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31 / 3 / 2011 :)
31 March 2011 @ 2:51 AM | 0 Comment [s]
My eyes are no good, blind without him The way he moves I never doubt her When he talks he somehow creeps into my dreams he’s a doll, catch, a winner I’m in love and no beginner Could ever grasp or understand just what she means I May Feel like a Fool , But I’m the only one dancing with you
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Princess of this blog
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