The older I get, the older the type of music I like becomes!
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I shouldn't have blown that this year. I'd been saving it for my thirties.
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I shouldn't have blown that this year. I'd been saving it for my thirties.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day