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A collection of my songs

A collection of my songs. Sunday, September 03, 2006. She breezes in like a legend. You can see it in her eyes. A guitar slung over her shoulder. Shes got a heart thats young but wise. Shes got a strange sense of humor. A song or two about love. You can talk straight to her. You dont always have to use kid gloves. I wish shed come back in. I havent seen her for a while. I miss her quirky friendliness. And that honest genuine smile. I like who she is. On the way to who shes gonna be. Take me as I am.
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A collection of my songs. Sunday, September 03, 2006. She breezes in like a legend. You can see it in her eyes. A guitar slung over her shoulder. Shes got a heart thats young but wise. Shes got a strange sense of humor. A song or two about love. You can talk straight to her. You dont always have to use kid gloves. I wish shed come back in. I havent seen her for a while. I miss her quirky friendliness. And that honest genuine smile. I like who she is. On the way to who shes gonna be. Take me as I am.

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