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Dec 2021
Their music surely shaped my life
As I grew into adulthood.
She loves you, yea, yea, yea, while
We drifted in yellow submarines
Within psychedelic seas.
The split that ripped our hearts apart
Screamed that he was dead, but
I can still hear blackbirds
Singing in my head.
child of the 60s
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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