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Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous

When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway.
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more.
Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease.
When we dance you have a way with me, stay with me, sway with me.
Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you.
Only you have the magic technique When we sway I go weak.
Michael Buble; Sway.

Thursday, January 3, 2008, 11:16 PM

am i being illuded into thinking what I promised myself not to think off anymore?

i said i wouldn't bring you into 2008.

i know i said that.

you can't just decide to enter into my life one moment, and leave the next.

you can't.