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It’s May, 1963. The Vietnam War is in full swing. Music and fashion is at it’s finest. And a man works on a poem for | dG1fdGZ5NEJzNGpmNlk
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00:00Beneath the bed of roses I lay. Fortune finds me traversing the stars on my fateful journey.
00:08A love that scours me like no other. The angel of passion has clutched my heart.
00:30The angel of passion has clutched my heart.

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