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in words, in rhymes, in notes,
in all the things I wish I wrote."
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Ben Howard—“Old Pine”

Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, 
I’ve come to know that memories
Were the best things you ever had

We slept like dogs down by the fire side
Awoke to the fog all around us 
The boom of summer time

We stood
Steady as the stars in the woods
So happy-hearted
And the warmth rang true inside these bones

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