On the hill side
Where the sheep reside
And our love glides
Like a gull
Tractors muck spread
Was it fuck you said
When you tried to touch my soul
Steam clouds rising from the valley
White clouds floating like goldfish
Blue sky out in the horizon
We are walking satellite dish
Picking farthings, sometimes starving
To be starlings, willings wish
Shall I shower you in this star dust
Would it leave you pixie kissed?
I can hardly love to love you
But Love must guide me in the mist
For as the train runs through the valley
So the pain runs like a shopping list
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