It is as strange as the legends say,
She seems as ugly as the swans titter of.
With that groomed, pristine coat
And the croon of songcranes;
She seems as beautiful as I dream of.
It is as strange as the legends say,
She seems as ugly as the swans titter of.
With that groomed, pristine coat
And the croon of songcranes;
She seems as beautiful as I dream of.