"There's a cool breeze blowing through those cypress tress tonight. Watch the embers glowing in our campfire light. I heard a melody, reminnds me of you, as a cricket calls out to it's mate, and the fiddle plays
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"There's a cool breeze blowing through those cypress tress tonight. Watch the embers glowing in our campfire light. I heard a melody, reminnds me of you, as a cricket calls out to it's mate, and the fiddle plays
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