And then we went through Sheffield. I lived there for five months in 1969- but I didn't recognise a thing- and if I hadn't known where we were I'd never have guessed. The city has changed and my memories have faded- and that's how it goes....
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And then we went through Sheffield. I lived there for five months in 1969- but I didn't recognise a thing- and if I hadn't known where we were I'd never have guessed. The city has changed and my memories have faded- and that's how it goes....
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