eighty
Quintessensual Just You, Just Me, Tonight

Let's make it now, lady, eighty!
Cold, sharp tine was seventy-nine,
Much more fun will be eighty-one.
Each other's lusty show, let's go!
Just you, just me to eighty-three.

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Mahayana: Zakah: Sangha Jewels of Refuge 's mUsIc...

[talk about ... pop music...shue bee due bee due wop... bop bop shue wop]
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cause duh..i.. yeah!

wasn't that classic Bowie? or some plastic porcelain pop band of the 80's?
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