in my head when i woke up
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright
-- Percy Bysse Shelley
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i gots pitchers here
i'm a rambling man
i ain't ever gonna change
i got a gypsy soul to blame
and i was born for leaving
--zac brown band (colder weather)
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