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| ALL OF OUR TOMORROWS |
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| DISTANT THUNDER
It seems baby that we have been in the middle of a storm. Lightning and thunder all around. Through it all our love has been our shelter... our safe haven... the place we always run to. Now the months and years have passed and the storm is moving... away... over the horizon. Till all we hear is... distant thunder. |
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