Deletei o post original, prefiro assim, em quase branco completo.
BOA NOITE.
quarta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2010
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I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire. That sacred night where we watched the fireworks. They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes and if they are color blind, they make me feel, that I'm only all I see sometimes.
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