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AH... look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been. Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Father MacKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear. No one comes near. Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when theres nobody there. What does he care? AH... look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby
died in the church and was buried along with her name. Nobody came. Father MacKenzie
wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave, no one was saved.
Life. Is just so wonderful. And Im so thankful for all of my friends.
I dont know why Im writing this like I just won an award for something and Im supposed to thank you all. But I am.
I want to thank you all for being my friends =]. I love you all.
And you keep me happy and feeling bright even through the difficult times <333333.
died in the church and was buried along with her name. Nobody came. Father MacKenzie
wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave, no one was saved.
Life. Is just so wonderful. And Im so thankful for all of my friends.
I dont know why Im writing this like I just won an award for something and Im supposed to thank you all. But I am.
I want to thank you all for being my friends =]. I love you all.
And you keep me happy and feeling bright even through the difficult times <333333.