Now...
My friend
Now...
There is time to lend
Now...
Speaks of a tongue to send
Now...
Is how
Now...
Never ends
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Submitted:Jan 27, 2010 Reads: 93 Comments: 4 Likes: 2
Now...
My friend
Now...
There is time to lend
Now...
Speaks of a tongue to send
Now...
Is how
Now...
Never ends
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