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I missed your call I hate to fall Yet it is much to late We shan't debate I want your for my own Not just on loan Yet to them you run Night after night with the setting sun
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
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I missed your call I hate to fall Yet it is much to late We shan't debate I want your for my own Not just on loan Yet to them you run Night after night with the setting sun
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
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