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In the old days, I remember a wind...
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...that would blowthrough the canyons.
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It was a hot wind called a Santa Anaand it carried the smell...
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...of warm places.
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It blew the strongest before dawnacross the Point.
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We would sleep in our cars...
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...and the smell of the windwould wake us.
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And each morning, we knew thiswould be a special day.
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