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Spinning Seventy-Fives
We sang so cheerfully about far death
And seasons in the sun, without any fear
For we would be forever young and tanned
Splashing about in the happy shoals of life
The new hi-fi was almost everything
An altar to the religion of youth
The latest spinnings our gospels of truth
Before communion in afternoon kisses
And now we search for long-lost seventy-fives
And dream so gratefully about far life
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