Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Passage


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  1. AnonymousFebruary 19, 2009 at 4:02 PM

    Where are the hearts so happy and free
    The children so dear I held upon my knee
    Gone to the shore where my soul's longed to go
    I hear the gentle voices calling old, black, Joe...

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