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September 2009
sometimes we're apart, sometimes i'm astray it's the beat of his heart, in the music i play that keeps me sincere, through all these long days i could cry for his eyes, like a child in the cold and i
sometimes we're apart, sometimes i'm astray it's the beat of his heart, in the music i play that keeps me sincere, through all these long days i could cry for his eyes, like a child in the cold and i
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