Now no-one will be listening to songs. The days long prophesied have come to pass. The world has no more miracles. Don`t break My heart, song, but be still: you are the last. Not long ago you took your morning flight With all a swallow`s free accomplishment. Now that you are a hungry beggar-woman, Don`t go knocking at the stranger`s gate.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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