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The Story Of Love Is Hello And Goodbye... Until We Meet Again.

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.

You Know I'll Kiss You For My Supper. Yeah, You Know I'll Kiss You For My Dinner, Baby.

Some People Should Just Start Ideas And Other Ones Should Carry Them Out.

If My Baby Don't Love Me No More, I Know Her Sister Will.