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Music Heals Songs Touch You and the Strains Envelop
Your life like a Wave
It has got to be a Wave
For We spent
Who Spent
Well
Some of Us
On the Beach
The Beach Boys
But this is Desert
What are you Talking
Writing
Blogging if you May
Oh! Lived Two and a Half Lives
Never Realised
The half Life lived with
Fisherfolk
Out on the Sea
Was a Sequel
To the Hospitable
Desert Culture
A Prelude
A Precursor
Oh! There we were
Playing Music
For the Sheer Fun
Excited Lads every thing
Except Love and Longing
We had no time for it
For Two of Us
The Others were
Dilly Dallying and
We said Be Constant
And they had to Make It
And want them
Could not be Possible
Where are they
Where is the Proof
Some one said
Nineteen Sixty Six to Nineteen Seventy
Where is the Music
It is in in Eight Track Pools
With Babji
The Music
Ah! Yes Music
Did we Say
It was
MusicianaRama Scope
We had Xylaphone and the Twenty Thousand Watts
To Give and Surround You
With Strains and Sounds
Music was our Cigarette
Our Drink
Our Friend
Not too Eager
To Show Off
Our Kind
What we did
We did with Elan
That is it
Oh! Must Say
One of Us is Now
In the
Marine Engineering Corps
We Hear
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