Friday, June 26, 2009

Torture Never Never Land - Michael Jackson


I saw people, I listened to their thoughts. I cried because its never too late. Remember my work, so tragic, mistakes…Age that I once loved, five. God knows Heaven, I am free.
Rain, summer, winter dream, father, mother, sisters deed. Alone finally to talk among yourselves. I am the King of Pop, remember me, for that's all you got.

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