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Thursday's Child









Throw me tomorrow
Now that I've really got a chance
Throw me tomorrow
Everything's falling into place
Throw me tomorrow
Seeing my past to let it go
Throw me tomorrow
Only for you I don't regret
That I was Thursday's child


David Bowie





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  1. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2012 at 9:47 AM

    Great photo! If only it was that easy...to cast old fears, thoughts and actions to the wind.

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