The Stuff Stardust Hussled
Embedded with bedlam
How I be, son of mercy
Growing roots through time
Your ancient emerald sings
Those pony palace wings
Striving a given truth
Finding appreciation in community blues
Although somewhat uncouth
We bring a sorely needed muse
Primeaval man woman myth
The stuff stardust hussled
Through the midnight dawn
To get over and beyond
Passed the portal and onto the next song
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