Nada parece estar roto hoy (sólo la voz del que llega tarde).

miércoles, 18 de febrero de 2009

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops that's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,why, oh why can't I?

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