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Karen Carpenter's singing is the gift from the heaven. Her penetrating singing voice shines the hue of the moon at night time. Driving her voice, she climbed up to the top of the mountain with easy and dived to the bottom of the sea without effort. My soul flows in the river of this velvet and moooooooonlight-like voice. Rain drops in her singing are the touch of the love. The lost love in her singing is the pedals dropping from a blooming rose. The lavish of her talent has promised her to be one of the shinnest stars in the arena of pop music. When I listen to her music, time stops and space dispares. She is a real angel. I'm crazy with her voice. Well, I start to feel my hunger eventualy. I'm not live in a real land. I allow my heart to fly in the highest sky. You don't have to be jealous about my happy time as you can't see my struggle. Yet I'm still full of thanks to my life as I can feel more, and perhaps that is the pay from my struggle. |