May 2015
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From the top of a mountain
she sings on a moonbeam
Mellodically echoing
beyond the stars
I play guitar
on the tail of a comet
We make sweet music
*where ever we are
From the top of a mountain
she sings on a moonbeam
Mellodically echoing
beyond the stars
I play guitar
on the tail of a comet
We make sweet music
*where ever we are
