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Jan 2012
Baby you have the right.
But lets get some          ROCK'N'ROLL.

                                    L­et     THAT.    Music.

                                Let it,    CURLS     up into you very bones.

Dance with me till we are   FREE!

                     THEN AT THE END OF THE NIGHT      dance with me slow.

For it is only then you might know.

                                        IF WE ARE TO BE.
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Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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