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many times I danced around the Glast festival and I travelled in a van living but in the end when reality set I knew I had to make for the North Isles a sustaining freedom where the Stone Circle of Stenness Is a place to lay your head whatever the season And Stonehenge sits alone in its field a forlorn rebuffed dancing circle ended
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
The shame of Stonehenge
many times I danced around the Glast festival and I travelled in a van living but in the end when reality set I knew I had to make for the North Isles a sustaining freedom where the Stone Circle of Stenness Is a place to lay your head whatever the season And Stonehenge sits alone in its field a forlorn rebuffed dancing circle ended
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
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