I'm thinking of bed
I'm thinking of new green dress
I saw it unfold
Unwrapping
Near Pickington Fayre
Tall sycamores, your raven hair
I saw it so slow
Through the tall grass
I'm thinking of bed
I'm thinking of streams through the air
The night was so long
And dizzy
Let's travel again
To fall upon three chimneys where
The tower's so low
You were mistaken
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