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Wednesday 31 October 2007 photo 2/2
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Autumn leaves under frozen souls, Hungry hands turing soft and old, My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold, Like these autumn leaves I dont have nothing to hold. Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes, Too young to say, though I swear he knew, And i hear him singing while he sits there in his chair, While these autumn leaves float around everywhere. And I look at you, and I see me, Making noise so restlessly, But now its quiet and I can hear you sing, 'My little fish dont cry, my little fish dont cry.'
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