...the storm, with every strike of lightning comes a memory that lasts..
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...the storm, with every strike of lightning comes a memory that lasts..
...thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me...
Bumping!
Galileo fell in love, as a Galilean boy
... and west end girls. In a West end town, a dead end world...
...what a wonderful world it would be. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day....
...another destiny, the never ending road to calvary. These men who seem to know my crime, will surely come a second time...