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For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes
In this open space I thee Lie upon I see trees on Either side and all there leaves to fall In my eyes
This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer
Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for
The sails were full and a fair win… Blows, and the English Dutch flee… Mast show. As to fast away Plymouth to the w… Cliffs of Dover, the HMS ship th…
the storm winds of autumn Make me shake by the lake The window pain rattle shake To ruffle a few wet feathers With birds singing by the lake
what from this barran land can we reap? our fields are dry my body Frail Go on the trail before thy fail
Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals
It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
The sweet smell of flowers Lies in the wet dewy grass Upon they wake of the dawn Of the day From dawn to dust they
I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor