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It is about 11 pm on a Saturday night. It has been warm. Took a while to get dark. But it is dark now. A mass of voices carry up Buchanan Street, singing the repeated chorus - One Love, One Life. People potter about. Coming out of the underground, of bars, stopping to look, to see who is singing. As I get further down, I can see a group of guys sat on the ground in a doorway. Probably a solitary busker with guitar, singing something popular, so that group of passing drunks have sat down to join in. they do ok with the lyrics, but it the chorus that really gets them bellowing with such an overwhelming joy. Huddled in a semi-circle, arms round shoulders, loving it one life.

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