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hark, now hear the sailors cry
smell the sea and feel the sky
let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
and when that fog horn blows i will be coming home
and when the fog horn blows i want to hear it
i don't have to fear it
and i want to rock your gypsy soul
just like way back in the days of old
and magnificently we will flow into the mystic
smell the sea and feel the sky
let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
and when that fog horn blows i will be coming home
and when the fog horn blows i want to hear it
i don't have to fear it
and i want to rock your gypsy soul
just like way back in the days of old
and magnificently we will flow into the mystic
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and i want to rock your gypsy soul......
and magnificently we will flow into the mystic
I couldn't have said it any better....damn that Van Morrison. He's good....real good. Let me see if I can beat him....
I love you.
Well, I guess I'll wait for the judges ruling. It's all i've got really, but i think it should do. It's done it for me for quite some time now.
Always Yours and nothing less,
Your Matthew
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