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about time for the music to keep on spinnin'
and the world will makeshift dances around it's molten centre
because what would existence feel needed for,
if no life enjoyed the sounds of our singin'
so while twirling mysteries of sunshine's calls
meet the honeysuckle hums of the bees
may the picnic smiles and champagne sips
among bags and bags of baguettes and cheese
be remembered
and loved.
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Fin.
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Ruby Red
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