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Do you believe in rock 'n roll? Can music save your mortal soul?

Don McLean

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Don McLean
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: October 2
Composer
Guitarist
Singer
Singer-Songwriter
Songwriter
New Rochelle
New York
Donald McLean III
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Starry Starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land.
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