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		Walking down the street at nightfrantic
 no rest in your heart.
 So much for Santana Abraxas.
 
 No rest in your head either.
 You search
 wildly
 for something you know you MUST find
 but can’t find it.
 
 It must be the music.
 Free rhythm
 jungle
 restless, whipping-up.
 
 Can’t get those bongos
 out of your ears.
 
 Lion of the jungle
 in a city cage.
 
 ROAR
 
 
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 Langwitch Woodstock aime BREIZH!!!
 
 [Dit bericht is aangepast door Woodstock (31-08-2001).]
 
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