W
When the sun shine over my head
good tastes the fresh and fine bread
it feels so even just like gods
to take a strole by the woods

M
Maybe the way down a hill
reminds me of that old mill
sounds as the wawes of the sea
and a ride on granddads knea

O
Other things is even better
like reading loud a letter
hear a melody been played
then a friend seems dead

B
Before even lied about he
or even a that kind of she
who lied about the other
like they do for each bother

S
Soon it will be times
when someone still grimes
and know about yesterdays fun
the I saw a band on the run

G
Great tears flow all over
my own face and flower
one of a kind there lie
just like I try

W
When days great there was shown
greater than steps falling down
my black and old swede shoes
so wore a sing'ed that rules






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