It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was a time for similarities, it was a time for opposites, it was dark, it was light, it was hot, it was cold, it was country, it was rock and roll. It was a boring time, it was an exciting time, it was a time when things were different, it was a time when things were the same, it was early, it was late, it was dangerous, it was safe, it was a time to kill, it was a time to heal, it was a time to cast away stones, it was a time to gather stones together. To everything turn, turn, turn. Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. Im not sleepy, and there aint no place Im going to. Dear Mr. Fantasy, play me a song; something to make us all happy. The thing that youre hearing is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. The boys are back in town. Been hangin round at Deanos.
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