Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind. My hands are moving faster than the moving of my mind. Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unborn I hope that I will find them, 'fore my movin' gets to worn. If only I could live to see, the dawning of the dawn.
(This was one of the first songs I learned to play on guitar) Third Week in the Chelsea- Jefferson Airplane's Bark album. Peace. Rustic
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