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Solitaire (Correct)

Wednesday, May 11th, 2011

There was a man
A lonely man
Who would command
The hand he’s playing

And Solitaire’s the only game in town
And every road that takes her, takes him down
And by himself, it’s easy to pretend
He’ll never love again

And keeping to himself, he plays the game
Without her love, it always ends the...

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