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Sunday, June 03, 2007

I remember when we were sick
I watched The Wall
my fever was all I need to hallucinate.
Chills came and went.
You were still there.
Then you got sick
And you wrote some incredible lyrics
We played it until our fingers bled
Blood on the strings-rhythm in the air
Singing about memories that wont die
We will not die- we will not die
Because fever strikes mid-summer memories

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