#11.
Summer Bird Diamond
When the fly in the pond sung
Watching the sun go down
We painted flames in the signs
I know is a bore, ohhh (bo-bo-bore)
To melt the ice and the snow
But we can't row, row it, row, row it
We'll have to wait until summer
Comes and wakes up
Then we can pray to the moon
To keep mere warmth under the sun
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http://www.bigsound.org/aphasia/
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