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, the other for free, . And if you want it, you got it, . You'll get it from me. . Shoot, shoot, shooting gallery, . Shoot, shoot, shooting gallery, . Shoot, shoot, shooting gallery, . Set your
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, the other for free, . And if you want it, you got it, . You'll get it from me. . Shoot, shoot, shooting gallery, . Shoot, shoot, shooting gallery, . Shoot, shoot, shooting gallery, . Set your
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Bài hát Gallery - Mario Vazquez. God broke the mold,. When he made this one I know. She's breathtaking but so much more. She walks in the room, your lungs close. Making you never want to breathe
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Bài hát Whispering - Alex Clare. Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering. As I pass myself down to my knees. Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering. As I fall through the willow trees
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in London yes and in Leeds. He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads. He couldn't be, no he couldn't be. In the gallery, no no, in the gallery And then you get an artist says he
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Is it the painter or the picture. Hanging in the gallery?. Admired by countless thousands. Who attempt to read the secrets. Of his vision of his very soul. Is it the painter or the picture
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the cooing of his lonely heart through the stillness of the night Chorus. Whispering pines, whispering pines, tell me is it so. Whispering pines, whispering pines, you're the one to know. My darling
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Bài hát Whispering Shadows - Unanimated. Through the gloomy night. The silent shadows. Reach out in the cold. And teares the dawn away. My seamless mind. Hears the sound. Of thousand voices. Whispers
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sunshine tomorrow, after the shower is gone" Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice. Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice If in the dusk of the twilight, dim be the region afar. Will not the deepening
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sunshine tomorrow, after the darkness is gone Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice. Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice If in the dusk of the twilight, dim be the region afar. Will not the
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Why do you whisper, green grass?. Why tell the trees what ain't so?. Whispering grass. The trees don't have to know Why tell them all your secrets?. Who kissed there long ago?. Whispering grass
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Softly whispering I love you. Echoes of your voice are calling still from my dreams. Softening the chill of the breeze. Through my window, I can see the moon glow. Painting silver shadows on a