2009
09.11
09.11
There is a little boy
Living in my heart
He pleads with me to let him out
But all he hears from me is, ‘Be quiet, you.’
I am much too proud to let you meet him.
There is a little boy
Living in my heart
He pleads with me to let him out
But all he hears from me is, ‘Be quiet, you.’
I am much too proud to let you meet him.
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