It's a fertile spring, isn't it?
I have hooked up with a pop composer in Kazakhstan, of all places. He lives in the middle of nowhere and only has dial-up, so it takes an hour for him to upload a song to me (so I don't hear things too often). His name is
Eduard GlumovAnyway, he grabbed one of my thinnest lyrics, something I wrote as an
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