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Jane Siberry - Last Word lyrics
In the beginning there was the word. And the word was sent through a thousand different telephone lines and became garbled and distorted. And so began the long process of sorting out the wheat from the chaff the milk from the whey the truth from the lies the night from the day. Xylem and Phloem. Flotsam and Jetsam. David and Goliath. Donner and Blitzen. In the end there was still the word Was it still the same word? |
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