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Thursday, October 21

summer_for_woody_an_cisco

all the orioles have left me
and the robins in the woods
all thats left is seagull words

will you miss me miss me miss me miss me
will you miss me when I'm gone
will you miss me when I'm gone

the rain it just dont stop fallin
but the rivers running low
about these things I'll never know

the leaves are on the ground and brittle
and the sun is dipping fast
soon the snow will fall at last

will you miss me miss me miss me miss me
will you miss me when I'm gone
will you miss me when I'm gone

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