“There ain’t no wealth that can buy my pride, there ain’t no pain that can cleanse my soul, no just a blue melody sailing far away from me…” ~ Tim Buckley
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“There ain’t no wealth that can buy my pride, there ain’t no pain that can cleanse my soul, no just a blue melody sailing far away from me…” ~ Tim Buckley
“Oblivion carries me on his shoulder…” ~ Tim Buckley