August 19, 2006

Everything Dies

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay,
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby 'cause the night's getting cold,
And everything dies baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back...

- Atlantic City, Bruce Springsteen

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