by The green eye glows no more;
death in the dimming.
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I want my iTunes.
I want my iTunes.
iTunes want.
Hell hath no fury like a woman’s iTunes library lost.
Ack! ITunes gone! How we will rejoice when you return!
Pandora plays on from the cloud, but offers no choice.