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DOWNLOAD FOR FULL SIZEThis is for =fablespinner because she offered to beta my fiction for me and help me with flow and characterization. Because I am all kinds of grateful to Sunday I said that while I was in class (and had nothing better to do with my hands) I'd doodle some scenes from her fan fiction VinternΓ€lskare ( [link] ) And I'm kindda lucky I offered because, well, I didn't sleep good last night so I needed something to do to keep me awake. At least doodling it looks like I'm taking notes, but sleeping is obviously sleeping my friends!
Also. GAH I can't draw shit from memory, and I don't know how to draw horses! I GUESSED!!!! I didn't have access to references. ;w;
Also. Peter as a seagull... don't. ask.
Hetalia copywrite Himaruya Hidekazu, I don't own the characters, or even the fan fiction version of them that these doodles are from (except seagull Sealand... that was my own f-ed up imagination there.). I just did the doodles. XD
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This is my favourite fic ever 
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These are sooo adorable. I love the horse. He is smirking at me. This is an awesome illustration for an awesome fic. And awwww Tino. I don't know why, but he is lovely.
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Even looking sicker than a dog? XD
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XD What can I say, I have a horrible soft spot for him
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Horses are hard, they are full of muscle!
You did a fair job!
And Peter as a seagull, daw!
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THEY ARE! D> Horses are so hard. >death by funeral pyre<
And si, seagull peter..... cause... there's something wrong with me I think...
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Nothing is wrong with Peter being a seagull XD
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You actually didnt do too bad on the horse. It only looks a little like Nessie..!!
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You know, lochness monster? Im disgustingly white enough to know....
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OH, that nessie. If it's any consolation then, I'm disgustingly dumb for not being sure what you meant. XD
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oh fuck no, I'm totally more of a nerd than you. I swear.
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Dunno, our nerdiness would be the stuff of legends..
Like Clash of the Titans... with moar yaoi....
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Oh lord yes. We would slash the world!
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PETER! AND YOU MADE HIM AS A SEAGULL!
KREEKETY KREEK!
:'D
This melted me.
All of this.
<3
<:3
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XD I'm glad you like it Hon. I know you like seagulls. XD
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Kreekety kreek!
<3
Now I want to draw Peter! D>
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With the guinea gull <:3
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YES! I bet there's seagulls all over the freakin' place in Sealand.
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I imagine that too XD
My long lost relatives!!!
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AND WE'LL FLY AWAY
TO ENGLAND
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But isn't it cold there now?
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...JOURNEY DELAYED!
>stays here in cozy warmth<
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XD I thought so. You little sun-phile.
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I live in Sicily! Don't blame me!
>>
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XD I do. I'm jealous of your beautiful tan skin. <3
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On me everything can gets from beautiful to awful XD
and that's sad!
XD
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OMG ******SQUEE HEARD AROUND THE WORLD********
The details of the safety pins in Peter's too big borrowed clothes OMG LOVE!!!!! Poor beat up (terrible invalid) Tino on the couch (in one of Berwals'd huge night shirts) and Papa Bear! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE Can I fave this a hundred million times? And this is one of Berwald's massive shire horses: [link] , [link] and [link] I totally based how Magnus and Hans look like from these pictures. I love shire horses so much, my favorite breed and perfect for a HUGE MAN running a farm on his own. They would make Berwald seem Small. Here take a look at one next to a person [link] HOLY CRAP BIG ASS HORSE. LOL!
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Oh so they're like draft horses.
Sorry the horse looks like utter crapola. I don't usually draw horses, I was going purely on how my mind remembers horses to look... I'm at least proud that I remembered the star of white pattern on his forehead. ;w; My laptop is down so I couldn't look up shire horse references at the time when I was drawing, so... ... I.... freeballed it... Sorry. And you know what else is a bummer? I had the chance to move that horse up or down in the computer to change it's height comparable to Berwald's. I should have made it higher up. I'll remember next time.
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Yup exactly!
And OMG I cannot draw horses either! *faints* You did great! *smacks you for being too critical of yourself!*
Yup. Hans the Apple fiend has the pretty star on his forehead and Magnus the carrot junkie has "freckles" on his nose.
Agneta is just your typical jersey cow. LOL This is how I see our milkmaid [link]
The two Dairy goats (which I don't think I've named yet) look like this: [link]
I should name one Lily and the other Mumbles and see if anyone picks up on the mutual "tip of the hat" fangirl society plug.
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But I would have been happier if it looked more like a horse. EVEN if it looked like a cartoon horse like Altivo (Road to El Dorado) Lesson learned. REFERENCES!
But Agneta is soooo cute! I'd milk her. <3 >didn't grow up on a farm, but always related more to farm life than city life, and has milked cows a couple times at the fair. Also, I'm not bothered by the smell of livestock. My friend Midge thought the Livestock Building at the fair was foul because there were cow pies on the floor where people had paraded their cows past. Pfft. I just stepped over the dung. No big deal.< It's going to be so cute when Peter starts being able to do some of the harder work too as he gets older! Berwald's going to raise that boy up into a strong, strapping young farm hand. If he'd stayed living at the brothel he probably would have ended up just like his mama. Tiny from lack of GOOD nourishment, and flimsy from the only work he'd be doin' being on his back. With papa he's going to have the proper nourishment and avaliablity of hard work to make him grow up big and strong! Probably never as big as Berwald, considering his actual parents are actually on the shorter side of average, but he'll still probably have a chance to outgrow Tino.
I think goats are cute, so I wouldn't mind having a goat named after me. XD
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I love goats and I love the cheese as much, mmmm crubled goat cheese in a hot bacon salad... TO DIE FOR. Stuffed goats cheese baked in medjool dates. SCHLURP!!!!
You get used to the smell of damp animal and crap.
And wait until Peter visits "Unca" Mathias and "Unca Aleks" and gets to play with Danish Landrace Lambs: [link]
AWWW he cute! The fluffy! the squealing joy of a four year old!
And yes, Peter will now grow up healthy and sturdy. A strapping Psuedo Englishman raised by Viking!Dad and Nordic Mummy.
I like giving plausible reasons why Tino is so small and lack of proper nourishment, no outside living, doing nothing of any physical activity beyond sex, probably drinking gin in the BOTTLE when there was no milk at hand is going to stunt growth and make someone frail.
His bones are affected so he's never going to be strapping, but now he has a chance to get healthy and stronger. I want him a little chubby too. I just think a little on the chubby side Tino is just adorable too.
Peter's going to be a HANDFUL like Alfred and Matty as a teenager.
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I'm not a big fan of dairy products, but I do love it when I get the chance to milk a goat or a cow, as it's a rare treat living in the suburbs. We were going to own a farm house when I was a toddler. We owned a ton of acres out right, but the only house on the property was a crappy little trailer. We had plans of saving our money and someday building a house on our land, and renting out the farm land we didn't need to farmers and stuff. But we got chased out, so now we live in suburbia and have a mortgage. 
OH MEIN GOTT! Can I pet that fluffy mass of love!!!? God I love live stock, I should never own live stock as I could never eat them again, and I love lamb and beef stew too much to fall in love with cows and sheep!!!
SI! 
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Oh man Dairy Product and Me are the best of buddies. I do live on mainly cheese. It's one of the few things I can eat actually. (Long story on gastric woes).
and that sucks about your land. I grew up in a trailer in suburbia. In a little trailer park on the edge of a dinky town.
Spent my summer in the middle of nowhere with my grandma in a Holler in Virginia. Then I moved to California for about 15 years and lived in the burbs of LA and San Francisco/San Jose Then in the San Joaquin Valley near Fresno. (I actually saw Chris Colfer Kurt in Glee, when he was in High School doing his Shirley Todd Play. Clovis was just about a half hour drive from where I lived and I went to see the school play. He so cute I'm so glad he's on GLEE! now and made it.)
But then a long boring story later, I headed back east again and now I'm in the burbs again, much nicer city close by but I'm within a 4 hour drive of Grandma's so any weekend we can just pop over into the middle of nowhere and commune with nature. It's very nice.
I too love a REAL BODY on a person, a few extra pounds of cuddle baggage is almost as awesome as Squiffy Drunk Tino. Finlandia is awesome Vodka. *nod nod* I like it almost as much as Absolut.
I only ever buy three brands though (Depends on what's on sale when I go in to buy it.) Absolut, Finlandia or Svedka. (Two swedish on Finnish all three really nice for mixing drinks.)
I never drink it straight so I couldn't tell you otherwise.
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Wow, you've been just about everywhere man. I've only very rarely been out of this glacier called the North East. Freakin' snow. I've been south to North Carolina about 3 times in my life, once as a toddler, once when I was six, and once on vacation with a friend and her family. The first two times was to visit family... that... I hate visiting with. Oh mein gott. Nothing worse than a grandfather who gropes your rear end. I can't stand when I have to visit with O-pa and O-ma when they come up here. >feeling sick< And I'm graduating in two months, they're going to want to come up here and embarrass me! >sobs<
Chunk is fun to cuddle! Tino needs soft chunk for Berwald to nibble on and little love-handles to hang onto when there is the nasty a-happenin'!!!
I will keep those in mind. : D I went out with my uncle today, we went to a big grocery store after I took him to the doctors. (They wouldn't release him unless he had another driver, which, I was fine with. I sat in the waiting room and watched Bones.) But he was kewl to drive so we swung by a grocery store and petered around in the international foods aisle looking for Salmiakki to try. We didn't find any there, or in the candy aisle, but we did end up coming home with chocolate and almond pocky and shoko-bananen, which is Austria. Damn near the entire package was in German too. XD
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But I didn't start my travels until about 22. 
Note/PM me your snail mail and next time I go to the store I'll pick you up some Salmiakki and send it to you. My Kroger sells it.
And I hate to say it... Grandparents LIVE for making your life hell. No getting out of that one.
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Maybe then I shall be able to see the world in a few years! >hope< As a teacher I'll have summers off from work (unless I sign up for teaching summer school, which I may do the first few years.)
Bah, sorry Hon, can't send you my snail mail. It's a parental rule of the interwebz here. XD Thank you anyway for the offer, it really touches me. But it's alright, I think I saw Salmiakki once at the International Store in the mall. I love going there with my pal Midge and acting like a culture nerd. XD So I'll dig around the food section and see if I was right, because I swear I've seen it before there! (That and I'm sure if I looked around hard enough I could find it here. This is the god damned North East, the first ports for many people from Europe were here! They've got to sell it somewhere. And I know I don't usually like licorice so I may not like it anyway, but I need to try it first.
And lordy if I didn't see Swedish cookies there! I swear to god I saw those brand of cookies at the store I was at with my uncle tonight! I was just so consumed with looking at other shit that I thought those were German at first! They were shelved with the German shit. XD
>> I don't care. Grandfathers are not supposed to grope you. >> I hate being alone in a room with him, and he says sexually inappropriate things to me and my mom. >> I mean, it's bad enough he does it to my mom, being his daughter-in-law, but I'm his fucking BLOOD! >> My maternal grandfather wants to punch him in the throat.
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I went to school to be a teacher... then I realized... it requires patience I did not possess. I learned that during my student teaching. HOMG I wanted to throttle the little blighters! *cough*
And no problemo! Totally understand. If it says "salted licorice" or "Salmiak" or anything similar it's the right stuff. It's nasty and I love licorice. Be ready with something to chase away the taste. LOL!
I've never been to the North East. I always wanted to go to like Maine, New York or Even Boston. I want me some lobster that was caught just before I freaking eat it. (My favorite food on the planet. Lobster with lots of drawn butter. *bliss*)
And EEk I missed the groping part. Errr. No. Inappropriate grandfathers are creepy. Get a hand buzzer? And every time he reaches out threaten to buzz him and disrupt the pacemaker? Carry a sharp spork? Let other grandpa sucker punch him once. I'm with him.
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I have unfathomable patience. >Buddha-like peaceful aura< I know I was meant to work with small children, somehow, I have some kind of magic power over their simple little minds. I ruin children for other sitters. I don't know how. But I work with them a few times and they only want me to be their sitter after wards. Job security bitch, but still. I figure I can use this evil power over the little sproglets for some good. Magically force some social tolerance into their skulls!
I know, my maternal grandfather was a fucking marine, and I imagine, even in his 60s he could get pretty fucking psycho on you if he wanted. After I failed one of my driving tests the guy administering the test was incredibly mean to me afterwards. (He took me off the usual course into afternoon rush hour traffic and then gave me vague directions so I'm not surprised I fail), but he was really mean to me afterwards and yelled at me for crying and shit. When my grandfather got back in the car with me he had no idea why I was a crying mess and when I finally calmed down enough to tell him the administrator was gone and my gramps was fuming the whole way home saying: "I'll have his damn job if I can!"
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Your Grandpa is MADE of AWESOME. He sounds like my maternal grandpa.
I bow to your skills. I *WAS* going to be a high school music teacher. And not because I don't like little kids and purely because I have perfect pitch and as much as I adore the little ones, they can't keep tune if you paid them and it is PHYSICALLY painful for me when something is discordant/off key. It's like fingernails down a chalkboard down my spine.
So I went for high school where I wanted to be the Show Choir director sort. (It's what I did and LOVED all through middle, high school and college!) But I student taught in downtown Chicago, through x-ray machines in the morning to scan for guns, to total and utter DISRESPECT from inner city kids who were taking music for "the easy 'a'" bullcrap.
I learned then, high school kids are demons, I wanted to be Lara croft and come in strapped with machine guns and shoot at feet. "PAY ATTENTION, STOP CALLING ME VARIATIONS OF CRACKER BITCH, FAT ASS, and UGLY MAMA AND SING OR GET THE F*** OUT OF MY CLASSROOM" RAWR!!!!!! I was 21 and not amused.
Yeah, teaching is *NOT* for me. You have my total respect. *bows*
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I would really hate having to teach high school. I got no respect from my peers when I myself was in high school, for god's sake! Wow in the hell would I be able to command their respect as an adult? If anything the older you get the LESS they trust you. -w- No! It shall be nose pickers and pants wetters for me please. -w- Urine and snot? A-OKAY! I can handle it! Disrespect? I would be forever known as the English teacher that cried between classes. XD
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Well I'm lucky in one aspect. I'm 6 feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. I can physically command at least attention of not respect.
And if it weren't for the bane of my existence (perfect pitch) I'd have taught the little ones. I have infinite patience with little kids. I have a lot of fun with kids. (I never had my own so I spoil all my cousin's kids.
But there are some commercials and current popular music I have to mute. Right now the "In" sound are these breathy female singers who sing slightly off pitch. (the Blueberry pancake batter commercial is one of the WORST for singers singing in an entirely different key than the background music. AHHHH! FLAIL* Where's the remote MUTE MUTE MUTE!)
That seattle grunge sound of unsupported breathy vocals with discordant melodies. Makes me want to commit seppuku. It's hard to describe how I really physically react to pitches that are off key. It's like someone has reached into my tailbone at the base of my spine. Found my spinal cord and yanked until it pulls on the back of my brain and gives me a headache and backache instantly.
Never ever wish for perfect pitch. Yeah I could tune a piano big freaking deal. I'd much rather not HURT when some idiot thinks he's Sinatra or Celine MY LOVE WILL GO DiOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN at Karaoke night. *dies*
My second choice would have been English had my university offered minor degrees. I went to Vandercook College of Music in Chicago. They offered ONE degree in the late 80s early 90s. Music Education. ( just checked their website: [link] Apparently nothing has changed since then with the exception it seems the vocal department (my major) is gone. I guess they didn't like us singer majors much. We still had to learn all those freaking instruments too! All bloody 17 of them. My favorite was my percussion choice. Bass Marimba. [link] That was kick ass to learn how to play.
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I'll remember not to sing around you. XD As I am a suck ass singer. I sing flat backgrounds to my sister, who has perfect pitch and an incredibly impressive range. My range isn't that impressive and for some reason my voice breaks between octaves, so it sounds like utter crap if I have to move up an octave! 
As well, it was all about HIM and not about ALL OF US! Before a show he would be all douchey and saying things like: "I've worked hard for my reputation so don't you guys dare embarrass me out there!" and all I could think was: "Wow, we're the ones singing and not speaking for a day before the performance in order to rest our voices, we're the ones doing most the work at the show. Yeah, you directed us and taught us the song, but for god's sake give us a little credit." I had old choir teachers who would take their bow at the performance, and then motion towards the chorus, giving US the spot light. I think that's how it should be. This guy was self obsessed and I couldn't stand him. As well, he made us do voice lessons during other people's classes. (Which I wouldn't have minded I think voice lessons would have been great) but I sing on the lower range of the Alto girls. Like, my seat was really close to the tenor section, and he always scheduled my voice lessons with two soprano girls. (and god dammit if the Sopranos didn't think they were all hot shit because they got to sing lead vocals all the time) so there would be me, struggling to hit the soprano notes, and I don't have perfect pitch so I couldn't tell what note I should be singing in my own octave, so all I could do was try to match the sopranos. And my voice would crack between octaves or between going from singing in my chest to my throat. And he would always single me out. And make me stand in front of the piano while he plunked out the same note over and over and over until I got it (I will give the devil his dues, if I was in front of the piano he was plunking out a note in my alto range). But the longer it took me to get the note, the more the soprano girls behind me would giggle, and they would even laugh out loud when my voice cracked between octaves, and the more they did this, the more flustered I would get and the less able I would be to match the note on the piano, and the more that went on the more impatient he got with me until eventually he would just dismiss me back to my seat because he was done with even trying with me. And he would treat it like my fault that I wasn't focusing. God I don't know how many times soprano girls looked at me and said with a fucking cocky sneer: "Why don't you go sing with the boys hm? You sound like one!" I was very self conscious about the fact that I sound like a prepubescent boy.
I remember, one of the girls who picked on me had been a high-alto in junior high school. And I tried out for a solo then. I had to sing: "Stop telling me what to do, don't treat me like a child of two, I know that you want what's best, but MOTHER PLEASE give. it. a. re-est!" I still remember trying out for it against that girl. I didn't get it. But my choir teacher had said: "I only picked her because, though you sounded wonderful Lily, she sounds more like a brat so it works more for the mood." And I was fine with that, until the girl who got it (she sat a few seats away from me) whispered over to me. "Or because I don't sound like a boy in puberty." then her and her friend giggled at me... I left the room so I could cry in the bathroom. Choir was not a nice place for me, in reflection, I love to sing even if I suck at it. But there were people who were just down right mean about my voice. .___. I didn't feel bad quitting the music world as a junior. I went to work in the school library for that period instead. I was much happier in the library than in choir. .__.
I still love to sing though, so when I hear my sis singing, I automatically come in as her background. We do a pretty good: "Where is Carmen Sandiago" and other nonsensical songs. XD
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OMG I want to go bust heads now.
1.) For your teacher for so many reasons in that I LOST COUNT
2.) For petty snide girls. I so do not miss high school.
I used to have an insane range from tenor to soprano. But in December 1999 I was on life support in a coma for three weeks (LONG STORY) and the tubes damaged my vocal chords where they literally just stop vibrating at higher frequencies. My voice speaking is in a tenor range, singing Bass to Contralto these days. It's NOTHING like it used to be. So I feel for anyone who struggles, mine got taken away unfortunately and I miss it.
I still am mad at your freaking teacher. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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I never had an amazing voice to begin with. XD I'll stick with lullabies and childrens music cause I put their asses to sleep with my deep voice. But when my sister had to have her tonsils removed she was fucking terrified for her voice. Her voice is so beautiful! It would be terrible if it were damaged. But she got really lucky and her surgeon JUST SO HAPPENED to be a throat surgeon who works on professional singers! (Why she was working with us poor fuckers I will never know! <3) This surgeon removed the tonsils from the lead singer of Journey for pete's sake! When my sister's throat healed not only was her voice still as good as it once was BUT her range had been increased so now she can sing from high soprano to low alto! I'm so impressed with her. And she's so musically incline. She plays the Ukulele like she was born with one in her hand. And she can hear a song just a few times before being able to bang it out on that tiny little freak fiddle of hers! <3 She even learned how to play marukaite chukyuu on the Ukulele JUST from listening to Spain's version because he had acoustic guitars playing in the background!
She could also play piano, and she does really well playing it when she wants to, but I think she doesn't put as much effort into it because it's a main stream instrument and she likes to be a nonconformist. XD
Actually, we worked together on something recently. I like languages and one night she was playing You Are My Sunshine on her Ukulele, and I was fucking around trying to sing it in Spanish, but I knew I wasn't getting it right so I went and translated the entire song into TΓΊ Eres Mi Luz. And then she came in and tried playing it while singing. And we got stupid and so I translated it into Tu Sei La Mia Luce. (Italian) And now she performs it in Italian all the time. XD She actually says she likes it in Italian more than English. XD I edited the file so that it's got the chords listed on it as well. Since you're musically incline I could send it to you if you want. : D (I tried doing a Swedish version too (Du Γ€r Mitt Ljus ), but I'm not sure if it would sound any good seeing as I'm better at Spanish and Italian pronunciations than Swedish.)
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That sounds awesome. I'd love to hear that.
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