Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 13:24:43 -0700
From: Kenneth Johnson <kenn-AT-beef.sparks.nv.us>
Subject: rene - and philosophy



Out under the winter sky
Out under the winter sky
Stars come trembling - on my eye
Stars do tremble, my eye

And I feel like sompins gonna die
I feel like sompins gonna die
I feel like sompins gonna die
And me wings - for to fly

High is heaven in early morn
High is heaven in early morn
Men lie sleeping in beds that are warm
Sleep in beds that are warm

And I feel like sompin's bein' born
I feel like sompin's bein' born
I feel like sompin's bein' born
Tells my soul - not to mourn




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