come closer, Shut softly your watery eyes. The pangs of your sadness Shall pass as your senses will rise. The flowers of the city Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. And there's no use in tryin' T' deal with the dyin', Though I cannot explain that in lines. It's all just a dream, babe, A vacuum, a scheme, babe, That sucks you into feelin' like this. I don't need to meet the fucker to know you're more than he could ever deserve.
ASDLKJ*@(#&!(@#KJSDFLKSDJFAD AJOS(@)# DKFJSDKJ KJKJEEEEEEEESUS KATIE Oh Mother. Bob. Katie. To Ramona. To meg*. ............ Hhdgasd This is orgasm overload. Andy has been a prick. He's a typical guy. What can I say?
Bob Dylan wrote that It's from To Ramona I love that song. Ramona, Come Closer, Shut softly, your watery eyes. See?