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"Home, home where I wanted to go..."
9:37 a.m. | 2003-02-27 Some music just makes my heart stand out from my body, and beat a mixture of sadness, beauty and hope; not a heart attack moreso a heart swoon. "No, nothing else compares!", it blares and I fall down and cry baptismal. Will someone take my hand, fall down and be lifted to the floor with me? We'll meet somewhere in between. |