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Timid gleams of baiadera light opened threads of gems in that thin soot-black sky of Manchester. They had whispered to Richard not to sleep for a night, to show that face so bewildered by life, but they didn't know that he hadn't slept for weeks; that aerial shot, that swar… more
Track 08 - It's Harvest Time