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I know I should not sing in the
supermarket – you are right,
nobody else does, everybody is
stiff and upright, nobody runs
and laughs everywhere - I
understand the principle of
the right time and place for
everything, but when my heart
sings, it doesn’t care about that -
yet I shan’t do it again very soon
I feel much too bad about everything
going wrong, besides “Blue Spanish
Eyes” is too sad, and it’s playing
over and over in my mind:
“Please, please don’t cry, say
you and your Spanish eyes
will wait for me…”
Margaret Alice
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Margaret Alice
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