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merry
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24/04/2008 19:18 |
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Since Louise was a little girl, she looked thought the living room's window. You knew she was in her own world, because her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes, were a little up, and sometimes she moved her own mouth, as if she was... as she was singing.
"A singer dreams", I called them. Dreams from a happy singer. It was impossible not to feel happy when you saw her on her little chair in front... |
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