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Hancock Herbie Amelia

six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the heavens, it was the strings of my guitar Amelia, it

six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the heavens it was the strings of my guitar Amelia, it

spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the heavens it was the strings of my guitar Amelia