Tuesday, October 31, 2006

October 1984





The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory,
all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then

I remember the time I knew what happiness was

Barbra Streisand

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a lovely picture. Beautiful song too.

October 31, 2006 4:14 PM  
Blogger Funnyface said...

Thank you. for sharing this wonderful picture...

October 31, 2006 4:50 PM  
Blogger H said...

lovely lovely picture. :-)

November 01, 2006 2:51 AM  

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