It was a time when words were magic.
A single word imparted life; you just hade to make a wish,
they all came true.
No one could explain it. That's simply the way it was.
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Is there anybody out there? Day after day love turns grey like the skin of a dying man night after night we pretend it's all right but i've grown older and you have grown colder and nothing is very much fun any more
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