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| CARRY ON Chasing the lonesome notes of a railway song my heart flees it's boundries alone - to carry on and though the sun will never feel the same and the sky has never looked so faded blue and the grapes are dropping rain-like from the vine the world must still remain on axel spin and others too, in the blush of lovers bloom will come to know the pain of hearts that break by Sheryl McCurdy |
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