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Hampstead incidentdonovanstanding by the everyman digging the rigging on my sailrain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell offairy talesthe heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping gladesiand'll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this sceneand fadesin the night timecrystals sparkle in the grass, i polish them with thoughton my lash, there in my eye a star of light is caughtfortunes told in grains of sand, here i am is all i knowcandy stuck in childrenand's hair everywhere i goin the night timegypsy is the clown of love i paint his face a smileanyone we ever make we always make in styleyeah, strange young girls with radar screens and hands asquick as hatei wonand't just now, later on maybe, and even then iand'll waitin the night timestanding by the everyman digging the rigging on my sailrain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell offairy talesthe heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping gladesiand'll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this sceneand fadesin the night timetranscribed by stephen sandersteve_sander@cacdsp.com------------------------------------stephen sanderkms@inet.net----------------------------------
Donovan
Hampstead incident
Hampstead incident
Hampstead incidentdonovanstanding by the everyman digging the rigging on my sailrain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell offairy talesthe heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping gladesiand'll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this sceneand fadesin the night timecrystals sparkle in the grass, i polish them with thoughton my lash, there in my eye a star of light is caughtfortunes told in grains of sand, here i am is all i knowcandy stuck in childrenand's hair everywhere i goin the night timegypsy is the clown of love i paint his face a smileanyone we ever make we always make in styleyeah, strange young girls with radar screens and hands asquick as hatei wonand't just now, later on maybe, and even then iand'll waitin the night timestanding by the everyman digging the rigging on my sailrain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell offairy talesthe heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping gladesiand'll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this sceneand fadesin the night timetranscribed by stephen sandersteve_sander@cacdsp.com------------------------------------stephen sanderkms@inet.net----------------------------------
