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Listen to the song here in my heart, a
memory of years gone by, where I still search in vain; for the meaning of my own boundaries. Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing... Remember that song? When will they ever learn?
Take out park, and put in a parking lot!
I hate those guys that work in those places who try to fit your car in just the right place. They don't always drive so well. How many times have they
lost their way? Everyone's gone to the moon...
