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A little word from John Williams and Cynthia Weil....
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I close my eyes
And there in the shadows I see your light
You come to me out of my dreams across the night

You take my hand
Though you may be so many stars away
I know that our spirits and souls are one
We've circled the moon and we've touched the sun
So here we'll stay

For always
Forever
Beyond here and on to eternity
For always
Forever
For us there's no time and no space
No barrier love won't erase
Wherever you go
I still know in my heart you'll be here
With me

From this day on
I'm certain that I'll never be alone
I know what my heart must have always known
That love has a power that's all its own

And for always
Forever
Now we can fly
And for always
And always
We will go on
Beyond goodbye

For Always
Forever
Beyond here and on to eternity
For Always
And ever
You'll be a part of me

And for always
Forever
A thousand tomorrows may cross the sky
And for always
And always
We will go on beyond goodbye...
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New Year- Blank canvas.
Pick yourself up/Brush yourself off/And start all over again.

Swing Time was on last night. I stayed up and watched the Black And White Glamour. Found myself dancing on the tiny patch of uncluttered carpet as I used to do so long ago.
Even in sweatpants and a turtleneck ...with bare feet... you can feel graceful when that music plays and you watch Ginger twirled about by Fred.

Tough times all over, though. Fundless Friends and Loved Ones in Pain and dreams of Mini-London by barge... Don't ask why Mr. "HEY94!" Himself wandered through the dreamscape and why I keep seeing London as a miniaturized themepark with perfectly sculpted gardens over and over and over when I fall asleep.
"Dance with me- I want my arms about you..."

And, hey! My birthday is on Monday.

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Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true...

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Maybe he's in New Orleans tonight.

Maybe he's in Mississippi.

Maybe he just can't get online.

Maybe he's still in love with her.

Maybe I'll cut all my nails off to match the one that sheared off at the quick yesterday.

Maybe I'll get my hair cut short, even though he says he likes my hair long.

Maybe pizza and anime will be a Band-Aid for this hurt I'm feeling.

Maybe I'll cry tonight.

Maybe seeing old friends in my dreams is telling me something.
Maybe it isn't.
Maybe they weren't my friends, really.

Maybe Sarah Jane Moore and I have more than eyes in common.

Maybe I'm clingy.
Needy.
Moody.
Expecting too much.
Demanding too little.
Wanting too deeply.

Maybe it'll be a Happy New Year.

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you're gonna carry that weight.

END OF THE YEAR. EVERYBODY *OUT* OF THE POOL

Mood: Patiently waiting for him to respond, s'il vous plait

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Phone calls, phone calls;
Oh, what fun!
Phone calls, phone calls;
Should I make another one?

Siamo quei persi, quei dimenticati.

Si usted puede leer esto, usted es demasiado inteligente.

Hee.

Oi- Heart of my heart- where are you? I miss you.

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