The Parting            While on my way back home again Hands in pockets, looking glum Nothing to smile for, feet growing sore And nothing can lift me, I’m a bum So when I feel this way sometimes I seek the depths that lie beneath Where I can go but no one...

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Thomas Mullane
Thomas Mullane
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