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Jag vet att det är tidigt, men nu har skivorna kommit fram.. Julen är på ingång! :)
det är så mysigt med jul! :)
Do You remember me. I sat upon you knee. I wrote to you whit childhood fantasies.
Well I'm all grown-up now and still I need help somhow. I'm not a child But my hesrt still can dream.
So here's my lifelong wish. My grown-up christmas list. Not for myself but for a world in need.
No more lives torn apart that wars whould never start and the time will heal all hearts. everyone would have a friend and right will always win and love ould never end. This is my grown-up christmas list
As children we belive that grandest sight to see was something lovely wrapped beneath our tree.
Well heaven surely knows that packages and bows can never heal a hurting human soul.
No more lives torn apart that wars whould never start and the time will heal all hearts. everyone would have a friend and right will always win and love ould never end. This is my grown-up christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth. Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
det är så mysigt med jul! :)
Do You remember me. I sat upon you knee. I wrote to you whit childhood fantasies.
Well I'm all grown-up now and still I need help somhow. I'm not a child But my hesrt still can dream.
So here's my lifelong wish. My grown-up christmas list. Not for myself but for a world in need.
No more lives torn apart that wars whould never start and the time will heal all hearts. everyone would have a friend and right will always win and love ould never end. This is my grown-up christmas list
As children we belive that grandest sight to see was something lovely wrapped beneath our tree.
Well heaven surely knows that packages and bows can never heal a hurting human soul.
No more lives torn apart that wars whould never start and the time will heal all hearts. everyone would have a friend and right will always win and love ould never end. This is my grown-up christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth. Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
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