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a moments silence is all i ask to be free for a mintue from the babbling crowd, to restore, in my own mind, some sense of order before my levee breaks wide open. © 1997, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |
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a moments silence is all i ask to be free for a mintue from the babbling crowd, to restore, in my own mind, some sense of order before my levee breaks wide open. © 1997, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |