Seven Seconds.mp3 - Youssou NDour and Neneh Cherry
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3 comments:
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That's the deepest thing you've said for a long time! :-)
or did you just stub your toe against a table or something?
And no exclamation mark? Is everything okay?
are you so used to my many, endless exclamation marks that something seems strange if they are not there? :-)
but your post has made me nostalgic of cherries, mmm
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