January 27th, 2004


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Tiring monday. Bad evening headache.
The loh hei dinner of three eventually set things right again.
Chanced upon The Snowman. Finally.
With M.A.S.H. only a fortnight away, I have to quickly confirm the list.

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We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

I'm holding very tight
I'm riding in the midnight blue
I'm finding I can fly so high above with you

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