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Nov 09, 2004 21:24


"when the sun came up
we were sleeping in
sunk inside our blankets
sprawled across the bed, and we
were dreaming

sing me something soft
sad and delicate
or loud and out of key
sing me anything"

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justapunk November 10 2004, 09:45:35 UTC
ill always sing for you baby

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jaimison November 10 2004, 10:42:53 UTC
:::smile:::
I love when you sing to me,
it's one of my favorite things.

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