sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009
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They Were Sitting On the Strawberry Swing. Every Moment Was So Precious. They Were Talking Under Strawberry Swing. Everybody Was for Fighting. Wouldn't Want to Waste a Thing.
Cold, Cold Water, Bring me Round, Now my Feet Won't Touch the Ground. Cold, Cold Water, What You Say? When It's Such, It's Such a Perfect Day. Such a Perfect Day.
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Por Fin.♥
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