sábado, 13 de febrero de 2010
It's not always rainbows and butterflies. It's compromise that moves us along. My heart is full and my door's always open, you can come anytime you want. I don't mind spending everyday. Out on your corner in the pouring rain, look for the boy with the broken smile, ask him if he wants to stay a while. And he will be loved. He will be loved.
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