When I sing
It swings
The all seeing eye
The all seeing eye
Clutches
When I pluck
It sings
The soft copper cord
Embraces
When I glide
It slides
The gentle blue steed
Curves
Who will laugh
Who will smile
Who will share the splints and
sprint
Steady, Ready
Keep it Simple
Keep it plain
Smile
16th April 2013
16th April 2013
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