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May 2014
I look over at those shaking hands
and I think,
"What if I helped calm the quaking?
*Would you smile at me?"
In choir I sit next to a guy that I really like who has a beautiful voice. His hands shake sometimes and I always have the urge to hold them in my hands to take away the quaking.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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