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Astral love
imagination stirs the fire,
her loving form i see,
a wraith of my willed desire,
an yes she comes for me,
for we are linked across the waves,
and far away is she,
me flying aint too good today,
just start swimming soggily,
perhaps i better get some wings,
Pacafic flight 4 ye?
Don Johnson
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