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Friday, February 5, 2010

The wide world spins and spits turmoil, the nations toil for peace. But the paws of fear upon your chest, only love can soothe that beast. And my words are paper tigers, no match for the predator of pain inside her. I say, love will come to you, hoping just because I spoke the words that they're true.
Posted by Sarah at 8:30 AM
Labels: Indigo Girls, Love Will Come To You

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