mardi 25 août 2009


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A boat glides down the river,
Green trees and shady patches,
As we lie and dream.
On grassy banks,
Angel's wings take us flying over the years.
We hold hands and soar high,
Kilts and bagpipes,
Together on Arthur's Seat.
Chess our game,
Love the name,
Free and wild we sang our song.

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