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[21 May 2003|06:41pm] |
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Gribas ēst |
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Moby - Harbour |
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I fly so high
then fall so low
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I run the stairs away
and walk into the nighttime
the sadness flows like water
and washes down the heartache
and washes down the heartache
my heart is full
my heart is wide
the saddest song to play
on the strings of my heart
Skaisti vārdi!
Šodiena ne ar ko īpašu neatšķiras no vakardienas ja nu vēl lielāka nomāktības sajūta. Lūk ko skola var izdarīt viena mazam cilvēciņam.
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