The rains have begun to fall just how long we don't know extinguished the flames, and any sparks that had remained, not even smoke the last hope. Baby I used to watch your dreams be born, but now I'm jaded and all I can see are the crumbling stones, if what we built it came to Earth, we bladed it away with bulldozers. Now here we stand together alone in what used to be our personal Taj Mahal Baby I used to watch your dreams be born now I'm so jaded and all I can see are the crumbling stones. of what surated my life into pieces, and left it strong on the winds of Four Seasons. But baby we'll walk together alone thru. What was our personal Taj Mahal
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C.PAT Paxton
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