Three Colour Bar

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The widest lens was at my fortune And in Spain they burned a love note Four ounces of sudden time And the horses left for Washademoak With Gifted phone dimes And a web of sugar It was barrels of seatwood Commandeered by the Swiss. As for the cloud At 29 I slept by the Lord And saw you there.

(โ€œWind Blowsโ€ by Yukon Blonde)