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Monday, December 29, 2008
Song
Hope is no longer the summer bird that flew away My heart is full, i can see diamonds falling from high above A Voice is no longer supressed, sing to the skies Fly me to the moon, i wish to sing to the world
1 comment:
fly me to the moon.. love the Sinatra one.
as for you... what a waste!
in the words of Britney spears.."why don't you do something?"
:P
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