the rain stops; the city is shrouded in mist, but the sky is something else - a thousand miles of crystal clear ice, with a million pinpricks of lights frozen in their dance across the heavens.
Tuesday
Gloria Estefan : Heaven's What I Feel.
Only one other person in this world, would know what this song really means to me.
So let me say for real: Heaven is what I feel when I’m with you
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