Lyrics
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In
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the
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eye
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of
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a
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hurricane
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There
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is
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quiet
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For
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just
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a
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moment
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A
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yellow
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sky
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When
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I
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was
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seventeen
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a
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hurricane
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Destroyed
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my
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town
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I
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didn't
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drown
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I
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couldn't
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seem
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to
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die
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I
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wrote
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my
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way
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out
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Lyrics
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Wrote
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everything
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down
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far
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as
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I
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could
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see
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I
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wrote
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my
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way
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out
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I
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looked
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up
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and
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the
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town
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had
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its
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eyes
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on
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me
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They
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passed
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a
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plate
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around
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Total
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strangers
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Moved
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to
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kindness
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by
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my
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story
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Raised
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enough
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for
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me
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to
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book
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passage
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on
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a
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Ship
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that
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was
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New
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York
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bound
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I
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wrote
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my
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way
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out
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of
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hell
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I
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wrote
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my
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way
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to
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revolution
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I
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was
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louder
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than
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the
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crack
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in
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the
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bell
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I
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wrote
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Eliza
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love
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letters
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until
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she
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fell
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I
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wrote
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about
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The
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Constitiution
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and
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defended
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it
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well
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And
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in
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the
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face
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of
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ignorance
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and
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resistance
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I
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wrote
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financial
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systems
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into
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existence
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And
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when
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my
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prayers
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to
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God
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were
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met
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with
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indifference
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I
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picked
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up
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a
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pen,
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I
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wrote
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my
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own
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deliverance
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In
|
the
|
eye
|
of
|
a
|
hurricane
|
There
|
is
|
quiet
|
For
|
just
|
a
|
moment
|
A
|
yellow
|
sky
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I
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was
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twelve
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when
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my
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mother
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died
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She
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Lyrics
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was
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holding
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me
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We
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were
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sick
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and
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she
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was
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holding
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me
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I
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couldn't
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seem
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to
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die
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I'll
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write
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my
|
way
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out
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Write
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everything
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down,
|
far
|
as
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I
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can
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see
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History
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has
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its
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eyes
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on
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you
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I'll
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write
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Lyrics
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my
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way
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out
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Overwhelm
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them
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with
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honesty
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This
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is
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the
|
eye
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of
|
a
|
hurricane,
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this
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is
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the
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only
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Way
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I
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can
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protect
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my
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legacy
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Wait
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for
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it,
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wait
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for
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it,
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wait
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for
|
it,
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wait
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The
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Reynolds
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Pamphlet
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