We cannot be the winners, we will not be the losers, We are in the very quiet center, and we are the very righteous half of God. We cannot be the winners, we will not be the losers, We are in the very quiet center, and we are the very righteous half of God.

You will not travel lonely, not from me. A friend is to have a secret and a song.

James A. Varney, Jr. October, 1975

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