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I Do Better Singing Female Songs Because My Voice Is So High-pitched.

I Feel Like Little Bits Of My Soul Are Being Shipped Domestically.

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, No Amount Of Money, Can Stop Me From Loving You, Try As They May, Try As They Might, I’m Not Letting Go, Without A Fight, Some Say It’s Wicked, Some Say It’s Sinful, Some It’s Wrong, And Just Wrong, I Don’t Know Much, But When Push Comes To Shove, I Definitely Don’t Believe, There’s Such Thing Wrong As Love.

You're Sad-looking," She Said. "my Grandson Used To Be Such A Happy Boy. He Used To Write Me Stories. I Remember The First Story He Ever Wrote Me, 'once Upon A Time, There Was A Boy.' And That Became 'once Upon A Time There Was A Boy Who Wanted To Fly.' And They Kept Getting Better And Better Over Time. I Never Found Out If The Boy Got To Fly." I Gave Her A Small Smile. If Only She Knew The Boy's Wings Had Been Clipped.

A Voice That Was Never Wanted Has Become A Voice For So Many People Who Don’t Have One.