Magic, by **The Rose that Blooms from the Heart** |
you say there is no magic but i can say you're wrong despite all of the tragic it doesn't last very long it is there when you sing the most beautiful song ever or when a bell ring its like a little lever in everything good it is there waiting dont take advantage like anyone would there is no need for debating |
Posted: 2007-11-18 21:34:18 UTC |
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