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Mar 2016
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Perhaps a sense of pure magic remains ..... (?)

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Downtrodden

(The principalities are at war )

:::

The people talk revolution and go to sleep

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The child in the crib

Knows of prison

And every lie

Ever been told



Maybe some magic remains

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She

Sits on the mountain

Plays her flute

And dreams


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Written by
Jeffrey Robin  Yuba city. Cal
(Yuba city. Cal)   
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