Land's End To John o' Groats

It was the songs the winds sang crossing the grasslands A blue fescue as if a banjolin, as the scent of autumn blew With a cashmere feel to it as the wind chimes rang too As if a zephyr whispering in my ear, a shadow with wings From Land's End to John o' Groats While making love in tranquility with an amorphous angel And then the choir open their arms with psalms of heaven With a cashmere

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