sweet smell of hashish
wafting in from the next room
induces sweet dreams
wafting in from the next room
induces sweet dreams
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returning home, but
only long enough to move out all of my things all you have to do
is ask for what you need - soon I found a ride home empty festival
a lone wookie meanders scrounging for ground scores
near invisible
your silhouette in the dark standing before me I watched you dancing you are the one at this fair I turn my head for  A little shower
can't stop our dauntless progress. This fair goes up fast. sitting on this road my assistants do the work lean back and relax |
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June 2014
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