Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you,
That is how I know you, go on
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you, go on
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the hart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here on my hart
And my hart will go on and on
You're welcome.
Someone find her and smack her. Gently.
Look at the nose. That is not a Moose nose.
It's an Elvish moose, with the customary finer, more attractive features.
I'm doubtful of the moosefulness of that animal. Maybe an Elk?
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Which raises the important question: dogs in?
Why am I the first one to say this?
A moose once bit my sister.
I was JUST about to post that, Steph!
We're such dorks. I love us.
I was resisting. And thinking of llamas. And sacking the people responsible for the credits.