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After The Thrill Is Gone
Same dancers in the same old shoes some habits that you just can't lose. It's no telling what a girl might use after the thrill is gone. The flame rises but it soon descends empty pages and a frozen pen.
Annabel
I watch you sleeping. My weary heart rises up on wings. I hear your laughter. Something, deep down inside me sings. . Way down here in the land of cotton.
A Month Of Sundays
I used to work for harvester. I used to use my hands. I used to make the tractors and the. Combines that plowed and harvested this great land. . Now I see my handiwork on the block.
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