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My head is a blank page, but it's filling up with notes all the things I can't help thinking sing out from my soul nimble fingers moving playing out their song so be my instrument and make music with me sing ourselves a sweet lullabye
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
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My head is a blank page, but it's filling up with notes all the things I can't help thinking sing out from my soul nimble fingers moving playing out their song so be my instrument and make music with me sing ourselves a sweet lullabye
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
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