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Oct 2013
Sometimes when we cross a field
I think of jumping out
And running
To be on my own
To be free
Dancing alone
In the freezing air
Turning my hands red
My finger tips blue
And my lips white
While I sing about you
i can't even sing yo
Alinne Hayward
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Alinne Hayward
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   Amelia and Isabella Pullivan
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