Twobob - NURSERY - CRIMES - Fried - Chicken - Song

These songs are about the roads less travelled.

Walk them with us.

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There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. ``Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.''

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Twobob - NURSERY - CRIMES - Fried - Chicken - Song

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