Somewhere mama's weepin' for her blue-eyed boy
She's holdin' them a little white shoes and that little broken toy
And he's followin' a star
The same one them three men followed from the east
I hear, sometimes Satan come as a man of peace, oh yeah
''The bottom of the world is gold and the world is upside down'' freedom - fernweh - films - boho - beatdom - bob dylan - drinks - records - sixties - coffee - poetry - summer nights - jazz
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