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Tuesday 28 February 2006

a song from long ago

It was my first memorable brush with day-dreaming, romanticism, butterflies in the stomach, blushed cheeks, and flaming ears ... more than a decade ago. All that I still remember is the fuzzy, tingling feeling of it all. And a song...

Over mountains,
Over trees,
Over oceans,
Over seas,
Across the desert,
I'll be there.

In a whisper
On the wind.
On the smile of a friend
Just think of me,
And I'll be there.

Today, the song still brings back that warm, fuzzy feeling. But now I think of somebody. And I want them to know... I'll be there!

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