Pretty Skies, by Reagan Subscribe to rss feed for Reagan 

Some things are meant to be
Others are not
But you and me are destiny
We hold hands and walk with each other under the pretty
skies
and when I look into your eyes
All I do is smile!
Posted: 2012-01-03 06:28:03 UTC
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