quarta-feira, maio 24, 2006

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Querida, "To me you are a work of art". I live a life. I feel the pain. To sing this song. To tell the tale. I wish I never even heard the song. I see the world. It makes me puke. But then I look at you and know. That somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me. To me you are a work of art. And I would give you my heart. That's if I had one

gracia, morrissey.

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