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Feb 2015
walk in to the room
a circle of souls
transcribed
to be seated beneath the tapestry
beat beat, strum strum
where are you from
here is where I am from
beat beat,strum strum
carry on as always
business as usual
always
downtown for a pint
sip sip, ** hum
let's get out of this town
let's do something with our lives
shall we?

I retreat to beneath the mountain
here is a home
Only in the hands of infinite creation
does man find comfort
B Young
Written by
B Young  Philly endlesswanderjahr
(Philly endlesswanderjahr)   
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