Imagine If John Lennon Was Dead

Cold and clinging Kind of evening At the steps of The Dakota archway Are you banging your head against a wall, Holden Caulfield? Beautiful boy (Darling boy) But the limousine was waiting Annie Leibovitz had the final image "And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all."

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