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Feb 2015
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                                                              Born free

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                                                  the sands ... (!)

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Treating each other with soul gentleness

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Lovers !

( treating each other with soul gentleness )

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Anywhere

Is a simple place to be

With anyone
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The Coney Island Song !

The madness of pure poverty

The magic feeling of the stars

( we treat each other with soul gentleness )

We survive

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We survive

We saw in the sky an opening

And dared to enter in

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Under the el tracks in the night

We saw the new tomorrow and went there
Written by
jeffrey robin
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