While many of you were listening to the songs on the Redio. I was hoppin from town to town. Beat-feetin. I live every song, lookin at IT'S Rutes... And I did... Once a song gave me an image in my head. The heart began to speak. And All I kept hearin, was The Wind Cried Mary. Come and See...
And I DiD...
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