jueves, 29 de octubre de 2009

Sweet Caroline,




 

Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't the spring,
And spring became the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along

Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would 


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