He clapped his wings from out the dust~
to reach the cove, the emerald cove~
Crossed the cliffside firing range~
to reach the cove, blue bellied cove~
Sucked the summer’s, brimming colours~
while all was fine, all was fine.~
Wild Muses
He clapped his wings from out the dust~
to reach the cove, the emerald cove~
Crossed the cliffside firing range~
to reach the cove, blue bellied cove~
Sucked the summer’s, brimming colours~
while all was fine, all was fine.~
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