"We used to laugh, we used to cry. We used to bow our heads, then wonder why. And now you're gone, I guess I'll carry on. And make the best of what you've left to me; Left to me, left to me.I need you like the flower needs the rain. You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again. You know I need you like the winter needs the spring. You know I need you, I need you."
January 1, 1970
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