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Listen, my friends. Listen, my friends. Listen, my friends You thought never. But I'm yours forever. Won't leave you ever Now my friends. What's gone down behind?. No more rain. From where we c
Listen, my friends. Listen, my friends. Listen, my friends You thought never. But I'm yours forever. Won't leave you ever Now my friends. What's gone down behind?. No more rain. From where we c
shreddin' around in the gatherin' rain. Hey mister, if you're gonna walk on water. Oh, could you drop a line my way? Omaha, somewhere in middle America. If you're right to the heart of matters. It's the
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