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Last night she was dressed like a star...
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Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary
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life is strange, life is good, life is all that it should be
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Dearest
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closure
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It is perhaps sad books that best console us when we are sad, and to lonely service stations that we should drive when there is no one for us to hold or love
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Happy Birthday Conni!
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En garde!
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in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find)
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I believe in locomotion but I've turned to rust as we've discussed I must have let you down too many times in the dirt and the dust
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Blessed...
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"Why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt, It will turn true again, for so it goes."
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There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them
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scared stiff
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June brides and carnival rides and Summer's long-lasting light. Crickets and clover and blossoms all over, sweet Solstice stars kiss the Earth goodnight
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Come to my window
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Empire State Plaza | New York State Capitol
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Excelsior
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Conni!
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Brunch on Sunday ~ A la Nogas
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Don't shoot if if ya ain't gonna eat it!
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Happy Birthday, Conni!