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From A Trance in the Rocky Mountains Somewhere
From a music-and-camaraderie-induced trance in a room full of writers to Pachelbel’s Canon in D on an old ranch in the Rocky Mountains somew...
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His footprints were deep The gold must be heavy. I followed my daughter And the arrow To my man For an hour she walked O... -
Everyone watched the boatman Tall and lithe and lean His music made the city Into everybody's dream But the stories true wor... -
Part I There is light on the horizon There is beauty all around But here I stand and shiver And I q...
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