All ties in
Like anacin.
Well
So unlock the door
And go to supper
And let the women to cook it,
Light's on the hill
The guitar's a-started
Playing by itself
The shower of heaven notes
Plucked by a gypsy woman
In same old dream
Will bless it all
I see furling our
Below-
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