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A golden gate transfixed our gaze. Waves of blue fell over us as we passed a silver stage. Don’t take the purple stuff and fly on, Jenny, fly on! This song is for all those that have washed up on the shore of a free festival. “The sun machine is coming down – and we’re gonna have a party!”
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