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Natchez Trace Day Two8 years ago
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- between the click of the light and the start of th...
- pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace ...
- and the space between ourselves sometimes is more ...
- the blushing sun his beams withdrew, and wrapped t...
- faith always sees a star of hope.
- and we are so fragile.
- if I fall if I die know I lived and missed some bu...
- pink it's my new obsession.
- ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet...
- you make a everything, groovy
- and into the night of his very own room where he f...
- while millions join the theme, I will sing.
- in open fields of wild flowers, she breathes the a...
- i just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls.
- pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning.
- I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty.
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