After a purging of words yesterday, today I find myself bereft of even an adjective.
Paving the way: You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone (Thanks, Joni)
Dark morning: I'll Fly Away (Albert "Turn Your Radio On" Brumley)
Fair tribute: Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain (Ahh, Willie)
Forever: Take these memories that are haunting me (Papa Roach rules)
Later: Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in (Leonard, my man)
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