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Forty years on, when afar and asunder, parted are those who
have hair. I am the only man my age who has all his hair. I am so proud that
I'm singing today. When you look back and forgetfully wonder what
am I doing here. I get a lot of brain freezes during this time of
the winter of our discontent made glorious summer
time romances exciting. We both had braces in our mouth and we got locked as we kissed goodnight.
