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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
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- Cajsa
- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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I still think of you every time I hear this song...you and Ewen McGregor. :-)
ReplyDeleteI am glad. I like to think of myself and Ewan McGregor, too.
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(and as a sidenote, I am incredibly careless and wasn't even aware I'd picked some sort of dubbed version of this. for shame.)
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