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Originally Posted by Pet_Sounds
Oh, find me, find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
But you will never dream
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^ That's an interesting lyric, P_S. Where's it from?
Lot's of press outrage in the UK today, because Brady wanted his ashes spread on Saddleworth Moor. (That previously obscure local name is now immediately recognised in Britain as the place where Brady and Hindley buried the children that they had abused and killed.) At least the coroner had the good sense to prohibit that. My suggestion for his ashes would be to flush them down a prison toilet.