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The cheers, the applause, the cries  And I ask them to indulge in this moment  For it will fade  Like a distant memory   
 There's this fine divine bottle of 1961 Bordeaux. Her curves would make the strongest man weak. From the silk feel of her hair to the soles of her feet,
Dear Beautiful, How can I say that I lived enough if I didn't know who you was You entered my life like a tour bus So I chased you and this time it'll be the two of us This is a new year and a new me
A lofty tower looming above the others A tall man who sticks up above the rest in a crowd A tree rising above the shrubs in the mighty forest  
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