Until you dream, Ron, there isn't a mold.
Until you speak, there isn't a promise.
And until you move, there isn't a path.
Yet do these simple things, Ron, and you totally own me.
Friendsters forever,
The Universe
Until you speak, there isn't a promise.
And until you move, there isn't a path.
Yet do these simple things, Ron, and you totally own me.
Friendsters forever,
The Universe
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