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I first heard of you In the hot heat of ’88 I was in love My world full of bliss. But the love Died on the vine And I was lost And alone but I had The songs of the Beehive to protect me. I’ve been to your city With my friends I’ve walked your earth And yes, it’s my home, My only home. I’ve been the lover, The barbarian And the moon All in my short life On this earth. I thought the Beehive Had died But in ’91 And finally ’96 you finally Came alive again. I thank Tracy And Melissa for The best music In the world And that timeless gig in ’91. from Her Name is Hope – Life Force
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
A Tribute To Voice Of The Beehive
I first heard of you In the hot heat of ’88 I was in love My world full of bliss. But the love Died on the vine And I was lost And alone but I had The songs of the Beehive to protect me. I’ve been to your city With my friends I’ve walked your earth And yes, it’s my home, My only home. I’ve been the lover, The barbarian And the moon All in my short life On this earth. I thought the Beehive Had died But in ’91 And finally ’96 you finally Came alive again. I thank Tracy And Melissa for The best music In the world And that timeless gig in ’91. from Her Name is Hope – Life Force
nickarmbrister
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
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