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9. Hey Jude
hooking picture framed visions, swimming in spaces of dreams: Twisted Love and Flowers turn into Music. Drinking cups of Indian music with spiritual vision biscuits, walking the tightropes of Art and Love juggling crisp, green apples. "You say you want a revolution" as guitars weep, sweeping waters down gutters. A world spins around, nervously unfolding and plotting its atlas towards the moon. Cracked off frosty shadows, rubbed window panes, clear tunnels of sleep, subways to imagination billboards.
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