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Queen_Who Wants to Live Forever/I Want to Break Free

on February 25, 2016

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For my friend Denise. You know you mean the world to me.

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Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. I would love to hear your comments. Thanks and have an awesome day. - Lynn

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