- the playful one -

- the playful one -

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You search for new music? Like actually crazy? Maybe there's help for that! So don't hesitate, let's show up to the playful songs I'm posting here! ___________________________ Du suchst neue Lieder, neue Musik, wie verrückt? Vielleicht gibt's Abhilfe dafür! Nicht zögern, guck' einfach rein in die Liste der verspielten Songs, die ich hier poste! ___________________________ 🔸Put on your headphones!🎧 🔹Setz' deine Kopfhörer auf! 🔸Enjoy listening! 🎶 🔹Viel Spaß beim hören! 🔸Lyrics included! 📄 🔹Songtexte enthalten! ___________________________ Cover (original painting) by Yanni Floros.
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My Girl

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