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| The years I've worn you, warm upon my shoulder have led us here -- surprised to find us older. And there was nothing left to do today but hold you close and help you on your way. Be still, my little cat, be well, be free. I know you're somewhere new and loving me. |
| R.I.P. Asia 2001-2013 |