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Music is the art of thinking with sounds. . .
But my dreams they aren’t as empty as my conscience seems to be . . .
When i look into your eyes i tend to lose my thoughts . . .
I´m still waiting for my sun to shine. . .
And though she be but little, She Is Fierce…
“Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free…”
What is left when our passion dies . . .
Every leaf speaks bliss to me . . .
Doing what you like is freedom, liking what you do is happiness ♥
Hold on to whatever keeps you warm inside…
Sometimes i sit in the rain…Because i feel it washes away my mistakes. . .
Wicked Game . . .
Do i Wanna Know?
If it’s meant to be then, it will be . . .
A simple hello could lead to a million things…
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