Wet is my whisle
Wondering wayward
Trouser is caught in the thorny bramble
Sensibly slipping down spine of the meadow
Swamp candle flower, the watery fellow
THe monarchs my right hand, left is the sparrow
Twilight gloom of bone and marrow
The river's path is old and narrow
First evenig star to comfort the scarecrow
Pull me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
Hold me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
Hold me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
Pull me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
Pull me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
Hold me up by the roots of my hair
Into the rosy atmosphere
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