Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad, too. Touch, touch me...
Ulysses James Joyce
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- When you wake tomorrow
- if it were not for the rain*
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- dancing with myse-elf oh oh
- time out (of mind)
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- But baby, baby, I said it's over, Charlie
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- Baby It's You
- polkadots etc:)
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- The Quiet World
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- the hardest part of losing /the head/
- From what we cannot hold the stars are made
- I Wanna Hold Your Hand
- "Rebel Without a Clue" (c)
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