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"Oh, to live on sugar mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons, You cant be twenty on sugar mountain Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon, Youre leaving there too soon.

Its so noisy at the fair But all your friends are there And the candy floss you had And your mother and your dad.

Oh, to live on sugar mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons, You cant be twenty on sugar mountain Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon, Youre leaving there too soon.

Theres a girl just down the aisle, Oh, to turn and see her smile. You can hear the words she wrote As you read the hidden note.

Oh, to live on sugar mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons, You cant be twenty on sugar mountain Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon, Youre leaving there too soon.

Now youre underneath the stairs And youre givin back some glares To the people who you met And its your first cigarette.

Oh, to live on sugar mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons, You cant be twenty on sugar mountain Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon, Youre leaving there too soon.

Now you say youre leavin home cause you want to be alone. Aint it funny how you feel When youre findin out its real?

Oh, to live on sugar mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons, You cant be twenty on sugar mountain Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon, Youre leaving there too soon.

Oh, to live on sugar mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons, You cant be twenty on sugar mountain Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon, Youre leaving there too soon." Neil Young,

20 Revolutions around this spherical ball of fire, spinning on the face of our green earth has grew such a seductive and brilliantly curios woman. With every new dawn the world is set into dance by the touch of your hand; your eyes color the beauty of the day calling your name. Oh, so fleeting is the moment, how precious you are to me love, how I treasure everyday and every syllable flowing from your lips, you are my ship, my vehicle of transcendence, my darkness, my muse. May the year to come present you with all the gifts and challenges joyfully articulated with clarity and precision designed to draw your presence to each and every moment of the day. Aboriginalien,