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First we write a short story called "Walking through minefields" |
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Over the canyon to a great divide |
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Where chimney sweepers in society |
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Paint chameleon faces of mendacity |
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Then we find a small garden naked to earth |
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Humbled by creation, joy and mirth |
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God's love from above still satisfies |
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Mystify to thy own self be true |
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When the python stones you |
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Don't ask why, let it fly |
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Don't ask why? |
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Darlene's a baker at the |
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Cozy shack |
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Flamenco fusion is coming back |
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She wears a bandanna like |
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Guevera would |
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Quiet revolution so misunderstood |
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Bang, bang in the night daddy's gone |
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King of the castle didn't dig the song |
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When the butterfly changes |
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Don't ask why, let it fly |
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Don't ask why, let it fly |
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Don't ask why, let it fly |
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Let it fly |
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Caprice, uncertainty, innocence |
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Sticky fingers line the pocket for your last two cents |
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Shed no tear or fear cause |
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I'm here Believe what |
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I want, what |
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I want is clear |
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Inspiration rush, ideas touch creativity, humanity |
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Celebration, fascination, happy ending situation |
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All the minefields explode |
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Angels tell me |
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Don't ask why, let it fly |
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Don't ask why, let it fly |
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Don't ask why, let it fly |
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You don't ask why |
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Let it fly.... |
