.On September 3rd 2003,
I was softly touched by a warm Summer breeze,
There were blue tits flocking and swerving,
Well my accuracy it's quite unnerving.
I stole into a burnt orange field,
Which once was green but it lost it's zeal,
To prance and dance and sing around,
Whic.
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