Topic: Did someone tell you they love you today? - part 2 | |
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Yes, my friend Jamie did
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Nope.
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My family did
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no...........
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waiting patiently
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nope not yet
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... Yes ... I love you too ... always ...
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not yet but i know he dose
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A few love is a many spendered thing...
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... Love to all of you ... ESP those that haven't heard it ...
... Ya hear, now?! ... ... |
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Isn't it a pity
Now, isn't it a shame How we break each other's hearts And cause each other pain How we take each other's love Without thinking anymore Forgetting to give back Isn't it a pity Some things take so long But how do I explain When not too many people Can see we're all the same And because of all their tears Their eyes can't hope to see The beauty that surrounds them Isn't it a pity Isn't it a pity Isn't is a shame How we break each other's hearts And cause each other pain How we take each other's love Without thinking anymore Forgetting to give back Isn't it a pity Forgetting to give back Isn't it a pity Forgetting to give back Now, isn't it a pity (6 times, fade the 6th:) What a pity What a pity, pity, pity What a pity What a pity, pity, pity http://www.last.fm/music/George+Harrison/_/Isn't+It+a+Pity |
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love you all
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love you all |
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love you all |
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both of my kids have told me , and my x mother in law too
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both of my kids have told me , and my x mother in law too |
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I love you Mirror!
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Edited by
MirrorMirror
on
Mon 04/20/09 05:34 PM
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Invitation to the Voyage
by Charles Baudelaire Think, would it not be Sweet to live with me All alone, my child, my love? — Sleep together, share All things, in that fair Country you remind me of? Charming in the dawn There, the half-withdrawn Drenched, mysterious sun appears In the curdled skies, Treacherous as your eyes Shining from behind their tears. There, restraint and order bless Luxury and voluptuousness. We should have a room Never out of bloom: Tables polished by the palm Of the vanished hours Should reflect rare flowers In that amber-scented calm; Ceilings richly wrought, Mirrors deep as thought, Walls with eastern splendor hung, All should speak apart To the homesick heart In its own dear native tongue. There, restraint and order bless Luxury and voluptuousness. See, their voyage past, To their moorings fast, On the still canals asleep, These big ships; to bring You some trifling thing They have braved the furious deep. — Now the sun goes down, Tinting dyke and town, Field, canal, all things in sight, Hyacinth and gold; All that we behold Slumbers in its ruddy light. There, restraint and order bless Luxury and voluptuousness. |
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