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sábado, 2 de agosto de 2008

going for the gold


I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.

Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her,
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie.
(Bright Eyes) ♥

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