Benoít Pioulard
Alan & Dawn
Buds on the trees, weak in the knees with a new heartSing to the sky, oh might we try to make a true artSick to the end, oh won't you lend this a new startValve fireSad that the seas don't topple the trees cos they have their waysCross all your Ts & come down with me so we can call off all daySung still to breathe with halos of leaves us with a small partCourse through
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