sunrise: October 12, 2010
Like the pine trees lining the winding road,
I got a name, I got a name,
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad,
I got a name, I got a name.
And I carry it with me like my daddy did,
But I'm living the dream that he kept hid.
-i got a name by jim croce
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