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Come Carlos, take me again to your Desert, the land of Peyote and Palo Verde. Datura Dreams, Little Smoke, teach me the Way of the Master. Shape shifting Kokapolli. I followed your Flute and never turned back.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
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Come Carlos, take me again to your Desert, the land of Peyote and Palo Verde. Datura Dreams, Little Smoke, teach me the Way of the Master. Shape shifting Kokapolli. I followed your Flute and never turned back.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
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