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August 24, 2019 (11:37 am)

Published August 24, 2019 · Updated October 26, 2019

August 24, 2019 (11:37 am)

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  • Next story Will be spitting out the remains of my camera roll in the next day or two, and then we’ll see what goes…..
  • Previous story Gene Clark – Strength Of Strings In my life the piano sings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings Fiery rain and rubies cooling in the sun Now I see that my world has only begun Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings When I’m feeling high or I’m feeling low Or there is no change Somehow days keep melting into the night And there’s always light on the cosmic range I am always high I am always low There is always change Hear the strings are bending in harmony Not so far from the breaking on the cosmic range In my life the piano sings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings Fiery rain and rubies cooling in the sun Now I see that my world has only begun Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings

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