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Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. . .
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Last night I dreamt of music
But not the dreamy kind
Not music from another world
The songs I heard were mine
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I knew them, every word they sang
Every guitar chord and line
The Rascals, Beatles and the Stones
It really was that fine.
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And it took me back to sunny days
When life poured out like wine
We walked the earth like little gods
And gave no thought to time.
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We think of heaven like a dream
Something wispy, light and high
But the meek, they say, inherit earth
The mountains, sea, and sky.
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