:)Do you like it there?
Joy
Blue Eyes.With her lovely painted on face She can hardly feel your embrace With her eyes as blue as the sky She can hardly see it passin' her by She's only half of what she used to be But she's still something to someoneBlue Eyes.
She sings such pretty words Of which you've never heard Combs her hair,
Goes everywhere. But no matter how far she goes She can just never break free Of that part of herself That no one else sees
"It's not about what you said,
it's about what you mean."
With the summertime comes fireflies Yet something within tha
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Diplomacy is the art of saying "Nice doggie!" 'til you can find a rock.
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"oh, incurable humanist you are."
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Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves.
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"oh, incurable humanist you are."
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when there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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"oh, incurable humanist you are."
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when there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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"oh, incurable humanist you are."
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when there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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"oh, incurable humanist you are."
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