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Edward Ka-Spel - Blowing Bubbles (Part Iii) Sometimes you criticise me, analyse me, dice me in eight equal slices; I'm cut down to size. It's alright - I love you! It's a long drop, I've been there far too many times. But you always caught me and fed me and warmed me. (I'm flying too high!) I love you. |
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