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when you turn them on and put your hand in front of them you will see what I mean. (I was doing that at MACNA, and driving the exibitors crazy sticking my hand in thier tanks  )
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...and when I'm old and wise
little things mean little to me
like autumn winds they'll blow right through me
and someday, in the mist of time
when they ask you if you knew me
remember that you were a friend of mine
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