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a johnny comes marching home
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a bit woodsey with a ray of sunshine
hair from a pack of wolves
were at your door the night before
and danced with you free in the plain
was a shot of something else there
was it a youthful day's strong spirit
distinctive with a trace of mystery
an 'old war nightmare's well of hell?
concentrate of a beautiful mind
with a jam's smooth lyrical texture
golden stardust in radio-active blue
served with ice and pool water
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