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My Quizzical Journey
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The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way
As the Hand of the Clock Slack,
I've grown up Slum.
Sweet Memories of my Childhood,
Do I...
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way
As the Hand of the Clock Slack,
I've grown up Slum.
Sweet Memories of my Childhood,
Do I...
