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always believe in Sunday for Sunday believes in you. though every dusty calendar in the corners of your grownup mind tell you of the neverending flight of Otherday, you know. in your smallest smile and in the smiles of others lies this simple truth: to your childheart, it is ever Sunday.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Sunday
always believe in Sunday for Sunday believes in you. though every dusty calendar in the corners of your grownup mind tell you of the neverending flight of Otherday, you know. in your smallest smile and in the smiles of others lies this simple truth: to your childheart, it is ever Sunday.
brian-sarfati
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
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