When I die I have visions of fags singing 'Over the Rainbow' and the flag at Fire Island being flown at half mast.
Judy GarlandFor it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Judy GarlandWhen I die I have visions of fags singing 'Over the Rainbow' and the flag at Fire Island being flown at half mast.
Judy GarlandFor it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Judy Garland