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LIKE THE FOG ON A CHILL NIGHT ... ONLY TO BE PUSHED ASIDE BY THE MORNING SUN. BABY'S SKIN TWAS SMOOTH AS SILK .. NOW, I THINK WITH A MAN'S HEART WITHIN A WRINKLED BODY. SPEAKING, KNOWING, I SHALL NOT BE HEARD FOR THE FOG HAS ENTERED MY BONES ... AND THERE SHALL BE NO MORNING SUN TO WARM MY SOUL .
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