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for the wind to take us back so we can see again. The sun on thenorthern end. Guide our souls back home so we can live again. On the shores of thenorthern end Longing for my home's embrace. I
Andrea. Draggin' the line for big red. Everyone looks better with a suntan. Easier to get you into bed Daughters of thenorthern coast. Sons of beaches, don't deliver the post. You know the post is a