Sibylline's RECommendations
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Under this umbrella I do an A Cappella and when it pours this song is always yours.
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You touched my heart.
Now I can't seem to clean off your fingerprints. |
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This morning, near my fireplace, I found a hat and scarf in a puddle of water I think my snowman committed suicide.... |
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Stars are jealous of city lights. So once in a while, they cut the power. |
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He asked for her hand, but she just gave him the finger. |
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