That's a toughie.
Oh Well 1980.
Without A Leg To Stand On or Races Are Run?
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"So I close my eyes softly... till I become that part of the wind that we all long for sometimes. And to those that I love like a ghost through a fog, like a charmed hour and a haunted song, and the angel... of my dreams"
"All alone we suffer. Oh, to steal your heart away."
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