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crescendo_of_love
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nah....!
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crescendo of love, my love..
sting: "i keep crying 'baby, baby, please!'"
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david gilmour
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i love you, nah....! i think i'll leave my wife and ask you to marry me.
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011201
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david gilmour
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no more turning away
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011201
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nah....!
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holy fucking sting. i'd marry you in a SECOND.
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011201
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david gilmour
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lovely, my dear. then it shall be!
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011201
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david gilmour
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meet me in paris in 2002. i will whisk you away in my lear jet, (piloted by myself), and we will drop acid and egg roger waters' house.
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011201
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nah....!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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011201
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david gilmour
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i play my guitar for *you*. remember that when you're sad, my dear.
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nah....!
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gilmour, you are my king. you are *THE* king.
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011209
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david gilmour
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.....and you are my queen, stacey dear!
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Borealis
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in a fiery crescendo, the music grows
and through the noise, and fury and confusion of that moment, my love, will reach out to the darkening sky, and paint its soul for your eyes.
your beautiful eyes
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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