Eastman Wind Ensemble Follow
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It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
Without thinking so much
As abandoning thought
I went through open country
Over water, meadows, streams
Lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
To a nest in the hole of this dead tree
To play without stopping or pause
Not for silence, not for applause
Not without thinking and thinking's abandoning thought
As I wind down the pines
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
Part of these releases
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- Track 20 on Fennell Conducts Hands Across the Sea
- 19 Colonel Bogey
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- Track 20 on Hands Across the Sea: Marches from Around the World
- 19 Colonel Bogey
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