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Jun 2014
Sweat summer wine,
Fairest night to dine.

Let me know the line,
And grant me the toughest spine.

Embrace me in the power of sun in fold of trine,
Empower me with the star's grace of nine.

Show me your truest sign,
And lead me to the brightest shrine.
Fine Shine of Mine
Written by
Hungry Hippopotamus  Slums of Chicago
(Slums of Chicago)   
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