lunes, 28 de noviembre de 2011

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Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

Always know sometimes think it's me, but you know I know and it's a dream.
I think I know of thee, ah yes, but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

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