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'if i lay here...' sang the sun in his face. 
and the traffic had turned to music, the concrete into the moist grass of the cliff where they last met...and as he chased cars his heart caught up with her memory... 'if i lay here...' sang the sun in his face. and the traffic had turned to music, the concrete into the moist grass of the cliff where they last met...and as he chased cars his heart caught up with her memory...
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