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I'm mourning, this morning.. Miss Garland, my darling... One evening, three hours.. The whole world, was ours... From hilltops, to the little.. Ball of molten rocks, in the middle...
I'm mourning, this morning.. Miss Garland, my darling... One evening, three hours.. The whole world, was ours... From hilltops, to the little.. Ball of molten rocks, in the middle...