The Mamas The Papas – Gemini Childe
By the mamas the papas
Soft rhythms cover me
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Oh, the long [?] styles tumbling down.
Musical thought without sound.
Strong magical lines over the land.
Strange mystical lines on her hands.
Twin Gemini, split in two;
Half is for me, half for you.
Gemini childe.
Gemini childe…woman grown,
Lost in a world not her own.
My midnight friend, split in two
Half is for me, half for you.
Gemini childe
Gemini childe