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[24 Oct 2005|04:53pm] |
this is to let you know
that there was no moon last night
and that the tide was high
and that on the broken horizon
glimmered the light of ships
twenty at least,like a sedate procession passing by.
this is to let you know
that when i'd turned out the lamp.
and in the dark i lay
that suddenly peircing loneliness like a knife
twisted my heart,for you are such a long long way away.
this is to let you know
that there are no english words
that could ever explain
how,quite without warning,lovingly you were here.
holding me close,smoothing away the idiotic pain.
this is to let you know
that all i feel for you
can never wholly go
i love you and miss you,even hours away
with all my heart
this is to let you know.
-noel coward
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[26 Jan 2005|09:48am] |
... but if for some reason you want to read my predictably insane journal, comment and i'll add you.
unless you're from saskatchewan.
in which case you don't exist.
'cos who the hell lives in saskatchewan anyway?
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