by Smitty Redlight Mind “And I followed her to the station with her suitcase in my hand. Well, it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell. . .when all your love’s in vain. All my love’s in vain. When the train rolled up to the station. . .I looked her in the eye. Well, I […]
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