Saturday 22 September 2007 photo 1/40
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You're growing up, no longer a child and the look on your face is different there you're lying on the bed and talking about music your laugh is music for me Little, little sister. Be carefoul with your precious face Nothing can brake you, I can tell Little, little sister. When everything's falling to place I hope the world will treat you well.
Annons