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The hammock's strings are tickling my senses
The wind blows peace throughout the hair in my kitchen
It calms me like the fumes of a hot bath
It loves me like the touch of my lover's hands
It makes me unwind into a place in time
And think about things that even the earth has not seen
It makes me believe in the witchcraft of magnanimity
And it winds me up like the puppet is wound by his strings....
All I can do is think....
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The hammock's strings are tickling my senses
The wind blows peace throughout the hair in my kitchen
It calms me like the fumes of a hot bath
It loves me like the touch of my lover's hands
It makes me unwind into a place in time
And think about things that even the earth has not seen
It makes me believe in the witchcraft of magnanimity
And it winds me up like the puppet is wound by his strings....
All I can do is think....
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PLAY