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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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Antony Glaser
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