Music Lyrics Like The Swallow by Saint Etienne
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Shes like the swallow That flies so high. Shes like the river That never runs dry. Shes like the sunshine on the lea-shore, I love my love, and love is no more. Its out of roses She made her bed. A stolen pillow For her head. Shes like the sunshine on the lea-shore, I love my love, and love is no more. |
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