"You're sailing softly through the sun In a broken stone age dawn You fly so high I get a strange magic ELO, STRANGE MAGIC
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“Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases so that one is never sure whether she will come at all, nor for how long she will stay.” ― Grace Metalious, Peyton Place "From your lips she drew the Hallelujah -Jeff Buckley, HALLELUJAH |
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