Quandry
Astral Star
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Why ya gotta hold me back. I never, never, never, attack. So solstice is my retreat. I cannot be incomplete. Relying on your simple sound, never takes me much off the ground. Fly away with me and my guitar. Candy blemishes of a newborn car. Nemish blatant green fire seeks the bases true desire. Aghast at the sliver of a moon taking pictures round about noon. Believe in your demise as roundhouse kicks big juicy flies. Sinking slowly in the dank sand, a man, a glimmer, a beaten hand. Leave your treasures for the ghost. Sauvignon Blanc is my host. To sing a weed against the gale, leaves rhyme for a sober fellow who falls into the soft crimson pit of a prancing Shetland who cannot flit. Flint is always abounding her tale. Please whisper again of the shoulders that sail.
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to eachother." Mother Theresa
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce