Hair handed monks
Are the loneliest kind
No home, No home at all
Not even the monastery

Her hair was long and brown
Quite beautiful
To her waist
A sight indeed, Mother Mary

A little music tonight
Country Roads
Tom Dooley
Basketball at the bar

I keep Playin'
Practicin'.
Reading the passing lanes
Ball aqui, Mind far

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