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Jazz Sugar
The sweet, soaring sax spins out songs in the night made of jazz sugar. The kids down in front be-bop with delight filled with life sugar. We lie back on the grass to find all that's uptight melts to skin sugar. The music's a gift sent to us from above, A God-candy bite laced with soul sugar. ![]()
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