and dry your tears
I know you, up in trees
a bird that’s left
a branch now bare
a rosy sky for sunset
down at the seaside
we'll find the source of woe
before another day like this
afterwards lie down
all we ever wanted
spin awhile and sleep
Saturday, April 1, 2017
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Thanks for listening, dear Claine!
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