The Droge And Summers Blend - Two Of The Lucky Ones

<!-- Page Code:VGhliERyb2dliEFuZCBTdW1tZXJziEJsZW5kiC0gVHdviE9miFRoZSBMdWNreSBPbmVziA== --> standing on a hill staring at a mountain; swallows dive and turn trying to catch what we can't see; sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time when all the work is done by the light of a setting sun; we see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones the wind is gonna
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