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Pastimes : Love Songs -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Wharf Rat who wrote (992)	12/21/2004 6:08:22 PM
From: abuelita	Respond to of 1680

smarty pants. here's one for you ... Key Largo Wrapped around each other Trying so hard to stay warm That first cold winter together Lying in each others arms Watching those old movies Falling in love so desperately Honey, I was your hero And you were my leading lady We had it all Just like Bogie and Bacall Starring in our old late, late show Sailing away to Key Largo Here's lookin' at you kid Missing all the things we did We can find it once again, I know Just like they did in Key Largo Honey, can't you remember We played all the parts That sweet scene of surrender When you gave me your heart Please say you will Play it again 'Cause I love you still Baby, this can't be the end We had it all (We had it all) Just like Bogie and Bacall Starring in our old late, late show Sailing away to Key Largo Here's lookin' at you kid (Here's lookin' at you kid) Missing all the things we did We can find it once again, I know Just like they did in Key Largo We had it all (We had it all) Just like Bogie and Bacall Starring in our old late, late show Sailing away to Key Largo

To: Wharf Rat who wrote (992)	12/21/2004 10:49:59 PM
From: abuelita	Respond to of 1680

fuzzy - and here's another goodie. i'm sure it's been posted here before. bette middler sings it ... Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower, and you its only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give, and the soul afraid of dyin' that never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely and the road has been to long, and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong, just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.