#11. Summer Bird Diamond When the fly in the pond sung Watching the sun go down We painted flames in the signs I know is a bore, ohhh (bo-bo-bore) To melt the ice and the snow But we can't row, row it, row, row it We'll have to wait until summer Comes and wakes up Then we can pray to the moon To keep mere warmth under the sun -- http://www.bigsound.org/aphasia/ http://blog.roodo.com/kerstine --

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