One Flower Under A L.A. Freeway
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ON THE CLEFT OF HIS TAILORED LONG COAT, I FOLLOWED
ON THE REFLECTING GILD OF HIS GOLD KEY HE TURNED THE DOOR OPEN
I JUMPED IN, PERHAPS TOO SOON
GOOD MORNIING!
OH, WHAT A MORNING TO SEE YOU.
ON THE REFLECTING GILD OF HIS GOLD KEY HE TURNED THE DOOR OPEN
I JUMPED IN, PERHAPS TOO SOON
GOOD MORNIING!
OH, WHAT A MORNING TO SEE YOU.
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Mentally Followed
Mentally Followed