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Post by brillo69 on Jun 13, 2004 0:19:39 GMT
High, in Castille, Lives senora Dali alone. And higher still She keeps her gallery. Distance means nothing to me.
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo, A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...
Debris everywhere, Gazing. It's amazing. Ferry me over, Ferry me over, Ferry me over
The music, Dali.
Deeper here lies hidden answers and treasures for him. "Oh, I prefer absence," said she, "My heart grows fonder alone."
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo, A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...
Debris everywhere, Gazing. It's amazing. Ferry me over, Ferry me over, Ferry me over
The music, Dali.
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Post by tannis on Dec 8, 2008 11:17:24 GMT
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