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Hold on Turn around Take a look at what we've found I've had a hard time believing That everything happens for a reason But I see it I see it now I don't know where I'm going
This ashtray is all astray
Mother! Does the dark go with the lights? Can I mix the black and the whites? Do I use tide or gain? Does it matter ... I mean does it not clean my clothes the same?
Trees, the wind blows through them; and all I hear is applause. "What do you hear?" she asks, "do you hear the laughter, and the happiness I do? Do you hear the children playing?
a day that passes is flowing
I had a love That did not love Me as I am Or as I was My love had loved another love So here today I stand