Quand l'ombre sur l'appui de ma fenetre/Devient le soliel dansant par le fenetre/Et j'ai aussi danse dans cette rue/Et j'ai epraive la brosse leger de la pluie/Mon couer est blanc, il promene seul/Par un plage vif et cool/Avec les vagues deferler sur les roches/Et ma chucotent, "Les temps est allee."/Mes reflexions ruee sur la sable d'ombre/Dans les dessins comme les ailes de la colombe
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I guess so. You were organizing the bathroom this morning at 6:30.
You're a weirdee.
Probably all that sleep you got...
Its all that Real Simple. Its sinking in.
~Ash
Oh yeah! I thought the green one was the best!
Hmm. I really preferred the peach one myself. More of a country feel.
Nice! I knew you would get into it!
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