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And at the end of May...

...with a firm click of a door lock, the story ends.


I am a gambler who just wants to lose...
I'm a traveler, with one last mile my journey is complete...
I'm like a swallow that wants one long last look, before flying east...
Last on my list, and then I quit, to kiss your lips and weep.

- Excerpted from Rob Dougan - Furious Angels (Full Album).