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Yesterday's Prophet
Listen to the secrets of John, to him Mother Mary speaks, whispering words of wisdom, eight days a week. He looked into our future where all you need is love, though we all must come together with Lucy up above. If you let her under your skin you'll get a ticket to ride in a yellow submarine beneath a marmalade sky. Imagine a long and winding road through strawberry fields forever, where newspaper taxis don't let you down and sad songs all become better. In our future where nothing is real, in yesterday, you should believe. Get back to where you once belonged and remember to just let it be. (All highlighted words and phrases are borrowed from various Beatles' lyrics for a contest)
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