Apr 7
Led to the meadow
She lays me beside the hedgerow
I hope She knows what She's doing,
Aha
the kettle's boiling, She shouts
I wake
and that's always the way.
She lays me beside the hedgerow
I hope She knows what She's doing,
Aha
the kettle's boiling, She shouts
I wake
and that's always the way.
(68/Here and now)
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