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Sep 2013
do you remember our trip to the south
and how much fun we had?

yes, and how the dusk dozed,
turning the cotton fields purple
and the cranes flew like
living paper planes
and every star was real
and as bright as the
humble candle flame

yeah
and the bluesmen sang to us
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