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Feb 2014
There's a place that I know in a city made of wine,
please take me there.
Where roses bloom like wildflower,
please take me there.
Where children never cry and lovers never lie,
nobody grows old because family never dies,
There's a place that I know just right across the sky,
please take me there.
Kenny Bryant
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Kenny Bryant  Fitchburg
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