chanting in the frosty awe
a million spruce jingle in the vast
where no summer has kissed here
for an age and a day
and marvels twinkle in the zero
you nest in the glacier
fending off the dragons of satanic machines
be my guest
let me show you to your windmills
' they might be giants '
they might be
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
chanting in the frosty awe
a million spruce jingle in the vast
where no summer has kissed here
for an age and a day
and marvels twinkle in the zero
you nest in the glacier
fending off the dragons of satanic machines
be my guest
let me show you to your windmills
' they might be giants '
they might be
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