"I held the book so tightly in my hands,
I saw your picture, heard you call my name
There was something strange, I could not look away
I wanted to be there, I wanted to go"
--Phil Collins--
I saw your picture, heard you call my name
There was something strange, I could not look away
I wanted to be there, I wanted to go"
--Phil Collins--
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This wound runs deeper than just the picture presented before the public's eyes. It is the classic 'between the lines' ... so much is taking place in the background. It requires an open mind and a keen eye. But the trail is there ... 'the trees are not trees' ...........
