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I The Song Of Denny Phillips I was not there when he was born And I was not there whem he died But I know the song of Denny Phillips And dates will never tell me when he was born And dates will never tell me when he did dies I was, little yet, and walking fairly good along yards of stone, when I meet Denny Philips Ages were in front of us Together we knew we were large and glad; our cup rumith over Mystie preperations would always make a legand And there was literally a graveyard at our back As we were tought how athletics dance on concrete Aside from a ball in our hands, we cared about ice when the sun came through the stones. Oyr world was sort of like;, the filed down half flipped movement of all the new moons Mostly it was fall when we fell from walls, and kmocked ourselves apart over all the grasss