When you walk, through the storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm, there's a golden sky
And a sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the rain, walk on through the wind
Though your dream be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone










haha I never do shadings such as yours
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Love, Marion
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from boondock saints:
Rocco: Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks...
[shouts]
Rocco: Fuck!
Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
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Ich bin nich´ ich wenn du nich´ bei mir bist -
Bin ich allein
thanks
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