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83rd Dream

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Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren field
An old way that I don't understand
It kind of touched me for a day

Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren field
An old way that I don't understand
You know
It kind of touched me for a day

There are no bright skies
Where the eagle flies
Suddenly inside me
Inside me
I don't need
I am alive
I am alive

So psychedelic
Driving over the sun
Past the still sky trees and fields
To the place the great relics have kissed you know
It kind of touched me for a day

There are no bright skies
Where the eagle flies
Suddenly inside me
Inside me
I don't need
I am alive
I am alive
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