Mar 2013
A Thick Chord Echoed,
Weaving With Sly Precision,
Through The Sleeping Trees,
At The Sound Of Such Beauty,
I Decided I Must Sing
Weaving With Sly Precision,
Through The Sleeping Trees,
At The Sound Of Such Beauty,
I Decided I Must Sing
Arooooooooooooooooo.....
(F/Minnesota)
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