“Each Time The Wind Blows
I Hear Your Voice So
I Call Your Name.
Whispers At Morning
Our Love Is Dawning
Heaven's Glad You Came.”

I Just Can't Stop Loving You
Bad (1987)

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American singer, songwriter and dancer 1958–2009

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