There's angel pie in the oven and everything is ok, it's alright/The point at which the seasons pass each other on the way out, way in/'A Confederate General From Big Sur' sat in my lap like a happy cat/I can sleep and read at the same time and day and night are just words/I can live in the hills with my simple thrills, racing clouds into town, if I like (Words - GA Johnson)
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