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Sing
My cheeks blush cherry red, and my eyes
they glaze like water down windows
when you speak to me, like so
A chance meeting means more
to one who holds you
in head and heart
So please, for
me, just
sing[/font]
they glaze like water down windows
when you speak to me, like so
A chance meeting means more
to one who holds you
in head and heart
So please, for
me, just
sing[/font]
Published 19th Mar 2011
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