Friday, March 25, 2011

SATURDAY's BIRD





Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?



Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?







All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke

Let me whisper in your ear:



Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?

Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes . . .



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