the morning sun shown through the curtains that hung over…

i'll write you a song and i hope that you won't mind / because all the names and places i have taken from real life / so please don't get upset at this portrait that i paint / it may be a little biased, but at least i spelt your name right...	souls frozen in the never ending winter of my heart

i'll write you a song and i hope that you won't mind / because all the names and places i have taken from real life / so please don't get upset at this portrait that i paint / it may be a little biased, but at least i spelt your name right...

souls frozen in the never ending winter of my heart

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Sunday, January 25, 2004

	the morning sun shown through the curtains that hung over the small window in her bedroom, stirring her from sleep. She slowly woke up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. was it all a dream? she thought to her self as she reminiced about the night before. it couldnt have been, I have the money! she excitedly flipped through the bills again.
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