April 2011
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We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it I don’t have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way...
“Keep it spicy.”
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“You give me the kind of feeling people write novels about.”
