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The Soak of a Horse Trader

And it rains everyday since I arrived Stockport Rain in the soak of leaves and in the breeze in the grasses and reeds and spilling city light Where you live mending to be free You Live life Like a horse trader Wont someone listen I need someone to talk to and no one will spare me the time I am seeing your silences in your retrisence And it rains every day since I arrived

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