For now, a new template design has been chosen and we will go from here. From a generic template of blogger, I present to you the combination of "boat 34" and "flowers 86 (XML)" designs by finalsense.com
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I think the boat background perfectly fits with the title of this fanblog.
And despite efforts of finding an already hosted mp3, there was none. So, let me just leave you today with the lyrics of the song.
The Field Mice may no longer be here, but their songs linger on...
A Wrong Turn and Raindrops
Killing time on
London Bridge before
Catching the last train home,
The last train home.
Sharing spring
Evening kisses taking
Pictures, throwing stones,
Throwing stones.
The nightingale and the rose.
I've never been more lonesome,
Life's never been less fun.
She's no longer here--
She's gone.
Empty station, a wrong turn and raindrops, swinging
Her around as the sun goes down,
As the sun goes down.
Of her perfumed,
Her perfumed body, oiled
The bedclothes smell,
The bedclothes smell.
And I'm sleeping well.
I've never been more lonesome,
Life's never been less fun.
She's no longer here--
She's gone.
She's no longer here--
She's gone.
Killing time on
London Bridge before
Catching the last train home,
The last train home.
Sharing spring
Evening kisses taking
Pictures, throwing stones,
Throwing stones.
The nightingale and the rose.
I've never been more lonesome,
Life's never been less fun.
She's no longer here--
She's gone.
Empty station, a wrong turn and raindrops, swinging
Her around as the sun goes down,
As the sun goes down.
Of her perfumed,
Her perfumed body, oiled
The bedclothes smell,
The bedclothes smell.
And I'm sleeping well.
I've never been more lonesome,
Life's never been less fun.
She's no longer here--
She's gone.
She's no longer here--
She's gone.
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