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( RE Broughton )
Oh my love, what are you going to do?I can't believe that the hour is due that my wholelife here with you is through.
Now they wanna put us in a fifteen-storey viewand I can't stand it.
But don't you worry I'll think of something ifthere's anything I can do.I don't propose we let them through do you?
So lock all the windowsand bolt all the doors 'cos here they thebastards here they come.
Putting an order on you and all your familyif you wanna leave the town notify me,there's condition that you'll always have toguarantee necessarily you will agree.
You got anything to say to me?
Don't be soclever with me or I'll give yousomething to think about make you seethat I am not the fool that youthought me to be, But you never saw anythingfurther than your opportunity.
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