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Sep. 26th, 2007|06:14 pm |
mans vārds tiek minēts nevietā, jo Toms Veits ir tas, kas tā dzied:
i made a golden promise that we would never part .. and then i broke apart and it's such a sorrow feeling - all the fields are soft and green - it's memories, that i'm stealing but you are innocent when you dream. |
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