dreams
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“Who can shovel some horseshit?” Read more
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At last my love has come alongMy lonely days are over and life is like a songAt Last the skies above are blueMy heart was wrapped in clover the night I looked at youI found a dream that I can speak toA dream that I can call my own I found a thrill to press Read more
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Sweet dreams are made of this; who am I to disagree? Read more
