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“SUMMER DEEP" "Summer deep is in the hills again His lady is a lioness Winds of birds blow through the fields again Invaders from the true worlds A coat of grapes is on my back again I ride upon my zebra Pterodactyl beak hat on my brow The truth is like a stranger Be like you could All my friends say.”

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Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan

Marc Bolan was a British singer-songwriter and a key figure in the 1970s rock music scene. Known for his unique musical style and stage persona, he was the founder of the iconic band T. Rex, which was famous for its distinctive sound and performance. more

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