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When you've got a dream like mine
Nobody can
The hills are full of secrets
Owls watch by night
Down in
I found my thrill
on Blueberry Hill
on Blueberry Hill
when I found
There's a bone in my ear
Keeps singing your name
Sometimes it's
From the lying mirror to the movement of stars
Everybody's looking
I love the pounding of hooves
I love engines that roar
I
There you go
Swimming deeper into mystery
Here I remain
Only seeing where
Mary grows a child without the help of a man
Joseph
battered buses jammed up to the roof
dust and diesel the
Look out the window, what do I see?
cows hangin' out
Evening sun slants across the road
Painting everything with gold
I'm headed
"here comes the helicopter -- second time today
everybody scatters and
Out in the desert where the wind never stops
A few
Heavy northern autumn sky
mist on forest
dark spruce, bright maple
and the
And the President said to Kit Carson:
"Take my best four
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