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Je pense, donc je suis

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Dec. 22nd, 2007 | 05:18 pm
mood: contentcontent
music: funny you should ask

I've spent my first hours back in Pittsford re-watching movies I used to watch as a kid. I love this one....

The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years.
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears.
My heart wants to beat like the wings
Of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees,
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze,
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls
Over stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.
I go to the hills when my heart is lonely,
I know I will hear what I've heard before.
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more

Like home, this never gets old. :)

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from: xuxidial
date: Apr. 14th, 2011 01:37 pm (UTC)

I’ve been into blogging for quite some time and this is definitely a great post.Cheers!

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