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(♥) like my favorite record -- you're alittle overplayed
and like my favorite summer, you'll never fade away.
Friday, August 31, 2007
What you see is the surface.
Flip the pages of this book,
And look for its purpose.
All I need is your love.
Still ,
my favourite
