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Sunday, November 9, 2008

In Concert

My favourite, favourite singer. I love you to pieces and I love how you hit a C on the third and the fifth octave with the same effortless ease. And I love you although I killed my friend P's song, and made into a song about you and a man you once loved dearly, who was also so good with words and who was also quite the original vagabond.
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