Sunday Songbird

And every breath that is in your lungs
Is a tiny little gift to me.”
Dead Leaves and The Dirty Ground – The White Stripes

“Tonight I’ll dream while I’m in bed,
When silly thoughts run through my head
About the bugs and alphabet,
And when I wake tomorrow I’ll bet
That you and I will walk together again
Cause I can tell that we are going to be friends.”
We’re Going to be Friends – The White Stripes

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