The clouds are full of wine Not whiskey or rye ‘n the sky is full of bluebrains, Bluejays, mermaids Bluebrains, bluejays, bluebirds, mermaids bluejays, bluebirds, rainbows ‘n the night is full of
And the sky is made of wine, not whiskey or rye. and the moon is full. In this land of fantasy, it's good to be free, I promise you. Pine cones. Blue birds. cascades. blue jays. I've learned you can
Simply written, but powerful and unforgettable, The Man Who Planted Trees is a parable for modern times. In the foothills of the French Alps the narrator meets a shepherd who has quietly taken on the
Manager: I was thinking like we just, all get together, in between now and when we it out and just all get pissed in Holloway and just like have a cypher in the booth and just record it and then just
The fog is rolling in, The tide is high. Diane's as fat can be, Aye, Captain, aye. The guests seem more than pleased, How is the wine? We shall be underway On the by and by. Ahead one third Ahead two
The fog is rolling in The tide is high Diane's as fat can be Aye, Captain, aye The guests seem more than pleased How is the wine? We shall be underway On the by and by Ahead one third (ahead one thi
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