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Saturday, March 22, 2008

March 22, 2008





He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed.

- Oscar Wilde












It's a marvelous night for a moondance,
With the stars up above in your eyes,
A fantabulous night to make romance
'neath the cover of October skies,
and all the leaves on the trees are falling,
To the sound of the breezes that blow,
And I'm trying to please to the calling,
Of your hear-strings that play soft and low,

- Van Morrison, "Moondance"

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