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AIRLIE BIRDS FLYIN' HIGH YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL SUN IN THE SKY YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL BREEZE DRIFTIN' ON BY YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ITS A NEW DAWN, ITS A NEW DAY.
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"They'd butt each other like a pair of billy goats and would both look like a mess at the end of the game. I'd often see Billy an hour later sharing a beer with his rival, with both blokes sporting half a dozen stitches in their scones. They were a breed apart, fornt-rowers - blokes like Bluey were proof of that." Johnny Raper on Billy Wilson and other front rowers of the time
