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| fifty years have ridden off into the sunset |  | 
| I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
 I know they don't sound the way
 I planned them to be
 But if you wait around a while
 I'll make you fall for me
 I promise, I promise you I will
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| Off to Whistler for a week. No phone, no IM, no email. Call me when I get back.
 -David
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