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to love is to bury
Monday, December 29, 2008
perfect afternoon yesterday/perfect morning today
I don't give a damn; I'm happy as a clam. Nobody knows me at all.
Ah, what can you do? There's no one like you. Nobody knows me at all.
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i've got souvenirs, but yesterday can't mean too much.
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