I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
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Type: Leader Born: 1840 Death: September 21, 1904 |
“There's nothing nicer than coming back to your village, where people like my mum's friends take the mick out of me. I prefer that to the craziness of Hollywood.”
“I write contemporary rock with Jane's. And I also write house music with people like Kascade.”