Sunday morningNothing’s going to happenSometimes life is good without surpriseI have the raysOf sun over the palmsOf my opened hands towards the skyAnd California is in my mindSpeaking of something I can’t hideHills around hereSeems to be awaitingAn explosion of life and of heatAnd I would likeTo participateBut in my mind there is the same whirlCan…
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