There will be a time when it will end.
Be it parting Be it death So each passing minute with you Pendulummed with sadness.
So many times I looked long into your face. I could hear the clock ticking.
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Spike Milligan
Terence Alan "Spike" Milligan KBE (16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002) was a British-Irish actor, comedian, writer, poet and playwright. The son o…
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