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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Everything


Some people search for a fountain
The promise is forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that’s the only way to prove you love them
Hand me the world on a silver platter
And what good would it be
With no-one to share with, no-one who truly cares for me


Some people want diamond rings, some just want everything
But everything means nothing

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