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To all: Julian Moon was recently harassed over his pony material, which caused him to delete all of his pony songs. Please do not send Julian any messages about his pony music.  No one should be harassed for making music as awesome as this. I know I've fallen in love with his music. His style and voice is so heartwarming I want to listen to it over and over again.  All his music feels unique and special to me.
So again anyone reading this, don't ask Julian to do anything. He doesn't want to deal with drama. Just be nice and show your love of his music.
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And now (finally) a new song. This is shipping Doctor Whooves and Roseluck. But things don't always work out so well, especially when you're an equine time lord.

Download mp3: http://jsburgh.bandcamp.com/track/roselucky

Lyrics:

A garden: sanctuary for all who rest within
It's gated; I'm searching for the call to let me in
The flora and beauty isn't all I'm looking for
The one who tends the precious flowers is something more

I could throw you a rose
You could eat if off your nose
I could throw away my time

I've travelled all through time and space
But never have I seen a face
That made me want to stay behind

I'm leaving: leaving from this town to hide away
Hiding from the whispered sounds of this day
Sometimes certain things are set in statued stone
But maybe I can change the way your garden grows

And I could throw you a rose
You would wink and I'd suppose
That I could give you a new life

In the garden we would meet
The sound of drums, a perfect beat
I'd see you off into the night

I could throw you a rose
I could throw you a rose

And I could throw you a rose
That's the way the story goes
We could fly off on our own

But to the garden you must tend
Despite an ancient, sacred friend
The angels come, destroy your home,
And leave me all alone.
And so I leave you this last rose
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