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Apr 2018
Take your self away from me
     But let a little bit of you fall on my wing        
          Disappear in my feathers like whispers in the wind
             That's what you mean to me
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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   Nayana Nair
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