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WanderingSometimes I think that I'm on the right trackBut I keep coming back to the same place The same place where I sought it Sometimes you'll think there's a smile on my face But it can't take the place of a free-heart A me-heart that I've read of I can hear memories singing through night and through day But what good are memories? They just seem to get in the way They get in the way When it's November, I'll think of July |