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A little breeze came. And went.
And it came and went. Then
It came and went again.
And again
And again
And again. But,
The day was smokin hot.
And itâs a breeze, right?
And Iâm a Colorado boy at heart,
All the damn day long.Not born; but raised.
And mountain tops they
Should be praised. But those beach boy
Tunesâthey slay me man:
Gettin paid and stayin tanâ
Glass of moondust in my handâ And those backbeat vibes?
They wonât unpack:
Come ride the woeful curl of jadeâ
Miss Lady Luckâs got throws to saveâ
Crest the ocean-burl and tossâ
Youâre pure-white pearls
On a pirateâs graveâ
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