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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