Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves: Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds: You laughed as I
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Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves: Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds: You laughed as
