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The Slightest Word Called Love

When you stop singing These rocks will start mumbling their words Love is the slightest word i can think of to describe how i feel Even if i could turn back time still i would have no power over you Together we painted our own memories I think to myself... Why....the times....the places...the feelings.. You....
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eoghan-byrne
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Oct 9, 2010
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