<font color=steelblue>cry often</font>

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By <b><h><font face=tahoma color=steelblue>ill haven</font></h></b>

I try to think back To when things were golden & gray I try to hold back The tears I cry when I think of you I cry too often to care And I care so often I cry I'd ask for you to stop But you don't know you've gone

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