Lengthening shadows from the sun low, the familiar unseen aroma lingering on a breeze propelled by drum circles and bells around the ankles of hippie girls in skirts: collective energy madly vibrating as we made our way to the turnstiles.....
I long for that
I long for that
"Think I'll come back here again,
Every now and then from time to time"
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Every now and then from time to time"
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