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Tin Pan Alley
I discovered it so long ago
Riding my bike in mud and snow
A place I will always miss
One that brings a scary bliss
Down and up bounce around
Hear the drums in the background
Go at dusk the heart will race
Pedal faster get out of this place
See the pans hanging from trees
The mystique placement, how can this be?
Beware of madness from the fright
It is getting darker, almost night
Don’t look back just keep on going
Soon you will be in the land of knowing
Much Love Much Life