The Town That Killed Kennedy - Otis Gibbs

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Now the thick warm cream light Fades down into the mist from the sea Three surfers â€" tiny black specks Out across in the great waves Lanterns of the little

It's a long warm September and we're both still alive And the sea is like a painting beneath the mirrored sky Raise the dead raise the dead We'll go riding on t