Wednesday 27 August 2008 photo 1/2
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When I die, will they remember not what I did but what I haven't done?
It's not the end that i fear with each breath, it's life that scares me to death
When we build these dreams on sand
How they all slip through our hands
And this might be our only chance
Let's take this one day at a time
I'll hold your hand if you hold mine
The time that we kill keeps us alive
Annons


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