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It’s still like that today;
I'm dancing, I'm dancing,
I'm dancing, I'm dancing;
It is not my fault that it rained.
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I keep dancing.
I'm dancing, I'm dancing;
It is not my fault that it rained.
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I keep dancing.
Published 29th Jul 2014
| Edited 30th Jul 2014
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29th Jul 2014 9:30pm
Oh, Pishashee, luv :-* ~
I love the rain. And, my daughter and I run outside and dance in it too. Kindred souls... :-*
I love the rain. And, my daughter and I run outside and dance in it too. Kindred souls... :-*
30th Jul 2014 7:14pm
30th Jul 2014 8:13pm
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29th Jul 2014 9:31pm
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30th Jul 2014 7:11pm
30th Jul 2014 8:58am
30th Jul 2014 7:08pm
Anonymous
30th Jul 2014 7:02pm
Fun :)
31st Jul 2014 4:30pm
rain gives life...maybe more 'important' than sunny light
rain on me anytime
&
dance
rain on me anytime
&
dance
31st Jul 2014 9:15pm
1st Aug 2014 1:02am
I've only just read this
and I've fallen in love
with its defiant joyfulness..:)
and I've fallen in love
with its defiant joyfulness..:)
1st Aug 2014 4:58pm
