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Hal e. Ward
Hal e. Ward will leave the light on for you.
andiamo, amore/andiamo a more
the wheat field blushed
in the ripe fig breeze.
these were the days of
fruit like gemstones
and time only existed
over the mountains.
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Hal e. Ward will leave the light on for you.
the wheat field blushed
in the ripe fig breeze.
these were the days of
fruit like gemstones
and time only existed
over the mountains.