Beneath the pine trees,
beneath the midnight moon I lay;
a flat minstrel.
Composing, de-composing.
— Teri West
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Beneath the pine trees,
beneath the midnight moon I lay;
a flat minstrel.
Composing, de-composing.
— Teri West
