Dream Song 68

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Dream Song 68

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I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing, and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good that one, that night of all, I feelin fair myself, taxes & things seem to be back in line, like everybody should and nobody in the snow on call so, as I say, the house is givin hell to Yellow Dog, I blowin like it too and Bessie always do when she make a very big sound-after, well, no sound- I see she totterin- I cross which stage even at Henry's age in 2-3 seconds: then we wait and see. I hear strange horns, Pinetop he hit some chords, Charlie start Empty Bed, they all come hangin Christmas on some tree after trees thrown out- sick-house's white birds', black to the birds instead.

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