all along the watchtower
- August 3rd, 2009
- Posted in Arts & Literature
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The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
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i was thinking about him today. actually, yesterday too.