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Nov 09, 2009
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After the gold rush
After the gold rush
The end of desire
Passion has died
Like the heat of the fire
Time to move on
Start over again
Spent too much time
In the wind and the rain
Find me a spot
Where its warm
And its dry
Take time to reflect
Wipe the tear from my eye
Some folks they tell me
Your never too old
So I’ll buy me a spade
Go diggin
’ fer gold— shazbat, Nov 09, 2009
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Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
A bit off the beaten path