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matter. A song is a song is a song. No one can claim the words. They're like birds in the wing.

If one can cage them, they own them. It's ours, you're filching it, you won't be using it again.

My companion is attempting to say is that it's a very special song. That's precisely why we chose

to use it. Delivers the *****, not my taste. The Highlanders. Bloody Christ,

since when did gypsies have hearts? You could buy a man who has no soul. Enough!