Camera Obscura!
I don’t believe in true love anyway
Oh, who’s being pessimistic now?
I could document this as our first and our last row.
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm.
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or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, August 23, 2008
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