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Yesterday wa for the Fools who thought they had made It

The Road is Long there are Distractions and the Albatross

Is Waiting to Perch on Your Shoulder Did the Wind Cry

Mary

While My Guitar Burns Happens to the worst of us

The Point is Are You Right There

No

Missed the Plot and Mist gets Thicker

Shrouded with the Vicissititudes of Life and the Riddle

Of Existence where do you think we are headed Ah! Yes the

Plans have been made We are Sure But Where Of Course It

Is to The Valahalla of Nowhere Daughter of Darkness shouts

In despair You Fools Catching the Rays of the Sun Will Take

You back to the World You Never Knew but You Should

Come and Hug Me but All of Us are Having Guilt Pangs

The Sun is Waking Up and the Birds from their Slumber

From their Perches Nervous Looking forward to the Sky

They know to be Vast and Kind

Another Morn and the Women

Crowd around the New Born under a bad sign Tying a Amulet

Dance the Rhythm of

Good luck