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domingo, 14 de diciembre de 2008

It's hard for me to say the things I want to say sometimes. There's no one here but you and me and that broken old street light. Lock the doors, we'll leave the world outside. All I've got to give to you are these five words when I, thank you for loving me, for being my eyes when I couldn't see, for parting my lips when I couldn't breathe. I never knew I had a dream, until that dream was you. Cross my heart, I wear no disguise.

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