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2003-10-05 18:40:40 ET I broke down in December and headed for the coast... I thought the wind and water would elevate my mind... I surfaced in the spring time feeling like a ghost... missing more than ever the things I'd left behind... now i'm standing on this river bank and still cannot explain its been a long hot summer...not a drop of rain... my bag is full of letters unopened and unread... i'm sure they tell the story of worry and of form... my heart is beating heavy with all we left unsaid... i swear to you i never meant you any harm... the sacrafice and compromise could never stand the strain... its been a long, hot summer...not a drop of rain... |
