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SteveGa: All in the golden afternoon
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SteveGa: More waving than drowning
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SteveGa: Love your neighbour as yourself; but don't take down the fence.
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SteveGa: I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell
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SteveGa: This search for what you want is like tracking something that doesn't want to be tracked.
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SteveGa: It's just a hill of beans to some...
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SteveGa: Too long I roam in the night
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SteveGa: Every time just like the last
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SteveGa: Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
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SteveGa: Sunrise over Knossington
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SteveGa: February Sunrise
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SteveGa: In flight
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SteveGa: Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night.
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SteveGa: Days of youthfulness and fun
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SteveGa: Look up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air
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SteveGa: How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages?
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SteveGa: And the church bells softly chime
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SteveGa: I guess I'll go count the sheep
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SteveGa: The lamb on the hill
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SteveGa: The Little Black Sheep, and me (uh-huh)
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SteveGa: Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
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SteveGa: To the ridge where the west commences
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SteveGa: England to a T
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SteveGa: The beginning of it starts at the end
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SteveGa: Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
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SteveGa: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
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SteveGa: Out of blue comes green
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SteveGa: I see a dark sail on the horizon
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SteveGa: A search for a shelter to calm the storm
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SteveGa: And I turned and saw that darkness was all around