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			 Life is for living 
			
			
			
				
			
 
			
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			The woman was a dream I had 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			Though rather hard to keep For when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep For when my hand was holding hers She whispered words and I awoke And faintly bouncing round the room The echo of whomever spoke And I awoke, and faintly bouncing round the room The echo of whomever spoke 
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