Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.

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“She ran, picked up the phone, said, “Babe I miss you. Come back home. It can’t be long. Boy, it can’t be long.”
He said, “I hate this place. I miss your smile. I miss your face. I wrote a song girl, I wrote a song.” —

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