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the tables. Quaglino's place or Mabel's. Slow and gentle. Sentimental. All styles served here. Louis seize he prefer. Laissez-Faire Le strand Tired of the tango. Fed up with my fandango. Dance
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hand ask me to stay. You take the lead now and show me the way. Fight for the love that you want in life. Darling, you take my hand and be mine Handful of shells, at home in my coat. Tales of a walk
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. We took to the seas and let it drift. How many islands could we hear? 1, 2, 3, 4 I'd follow you. To the end of the world if only you would ask me to. On and on we go, my brother I've got you
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out of sight. It's an awful way to live a life. And only if we could follow all our dreams. We would find out what it all means. To live a life with no fear We think we found a way to rule the world
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I can't believe that it's so cold As gentle tides go rolling by,. Along the salt sea strand. The colours blend and roll as one. Together in the sand. And often do the winds entwine. Do send
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I can't believe that it's so cold. . As gentle tides go rolling by,. Along the salt sea strand. The colours blend and roll as one. Together in the sand. And often do the winds entwine. Do send
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I can't believe that it's so cold. . As gentle tides go rolling by,. Along the salt sea strand. The colours blend and roll as one. Together in the sand. And often do the winds entwine. Do send
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. (Strand By Strand) Passing it off, Like some kind of king, You don't know peace. till you've had suffering. (I've suffered!) All of this so called resolve but you havent tasted pain,. Have you ever been
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age of thirteen. That I will lose my way and I will die an early death. and need to share a low-grade. What I see in all these righteous times,. is that they don't know. the path to the promised
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. Sing you a song just to cheer you. You will be rich in the end. Brother now you've got a friend. . Life hurries by in the wink of an eye. Almost without meaning. Days speeding past like the wind
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You got a little place hidden inside my heart. You're on my mind, every day, whatever I do. And I try to find the words, want you so bad it hurts. Stuck on the tip, tip of my tongue like a tattoo. I
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go by like a strand in the wind. In the web that is my own, I begin again. Said to my friend, baby, nothin' else mattered Well, he was no more than a baby then. Well, he seemed broken hearted
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russet firebird. the sun and the moon seem to acknowledge each other and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a breath taking dance of light across the oaks and the palm. Father watched it
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russet firebird. the sun and the moon seem to acknowledge each other and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a breath taking dance of light across the oaks and the palm. Father watched it
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