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up where the air is clear
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saying please, forgive me
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saying please, forgive me
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anyone's paradise
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something small, something sweet
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and time keeps moving forward, but me, i stand still...
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for you...
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all that matters in this world
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only shades of grey
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and then there was pink
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do one thing every day that scares you
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it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be
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and tomorrow will bring with it. new life.
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i see my world in black and white
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after darkness there is always light
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breakable
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what the weekend should be
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growth
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each new day is a blank page
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there are only two ways to live your life * one as though nothing is a miracle * the other as though everything is a miracle
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...for what you see in the mirror is the reality of the world that exists around you...
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dreaming of venice
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just me...and my nikon 2::52
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it's all i could do
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simply. nature
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both sides, now
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- -forgotten- -
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...listen...
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more of me 1::52
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fragile
