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Une voix unique. Un picking formidable. Qu’est ce que j’aimerai revenir en 1969... Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window in the night when the moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his and shook the long hair from his neck and he told her she’d been working much too hard. It was true that ever since the day her crazy man had passed away to the land of poet’s pride, she laughed and talked alot with new people on the block but always at evening time she cried. And here’s to the
