And no one knows the gypsy's name,
And no one hears his lonely sighs,
There are no blankets where he lies.
Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies,
With sweet Melissa.
Mmmm-hmmm..
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Umm.
Needed a fresh journal page. A fresh start.
Going to refresh my gallery as well. I don't like it anymore.
Just keep a few things, probably.
Or a lot, if I can't find the will to erase them.
So; all journals deleted.
Btw, it was my birthday at the 4th of March. Again; forgot to post a journal. *shrugs*
C'ya, people.
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Crossroads, will you ever let him go? Lord, Lord.
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?
But, I know that he won't stay,
Without Melissa.
Yes, I know that he won't stay, yeah,
Without Melissa.
Lord, Lord, it's all the same.
Mmmmm-hmmmmm..
-Melissa // Allman Brothers Band
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