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We passed upon the Astairs, Spoken walls and Dmiwells, Although I was a Afriend Sat on walls astFrand, Which came as so surCprised, I spoke into his Aeyes I thought you died Dmialone A long long time Cago
Oh no, not me,
We C#never lost contCrol, The face, to face, With the C#man who sold the Aworld. I laughed and shook his Ahand, Made my way back Dmihome, I searched from farther Aland, Years and years I Froamed, I gazed all gazers Cthere, We walked a million Ahills I must have died Dmialone, A long long time aCgo.
Who knows, not me,
I C#never lost contCrol, Your face, to face, With the C#man who sold the Aworld.
Who knows, not me,
I C#never lost contCrol, Your face, to face, With the C#man who sold the Aworld.