Dec 2016
The swallows they wreak havoc inside my half-egg nest.
Lest the owls talons save me now.
Come, owl,
Fly me into the technicolour sunset,
Let the swallows feast elsewhere.
Lest the owls talons save me now.
Come, owl,
Fly me into the technicolour sunset,
Let the swallows feast elsewhere.
(London)
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