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And now let's have a tune from Alan Bernowski. My eyes are getting weary, the days are forgetting dim. I don't know how long you can't keep living.

Home on my own with no place to call my home every since you've gone

Sweetheart, I'm gonna take you away

I feel like I'm dying each and every day.

Now that you're gone, your voice will roll that long,

it might be your call.

It might be the call from the other side

It might be a voice of which I am a guy

It might be nothing but might just a playing game

But it might be cold It might be cold In the blanket of the night I can feel you so near, I can feel your voice just calling me so clear.

When the time is right

me and you

reunite

and might be

a call

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