A strange holiday
A strange holiday
Wandering along the meadow in the Valley
I found a girl towing a tunnel from the fall
Water is rising from the ground, and where it goes
She does not know the mystery of the brook.
She was singing and dancing like the house tops
In the cave of the mongoose, where snakes yell out in blood.
She smiled on her side of the tunnel
In the hope of lively grass alongside the cave.
Wandering along the meadow in the Valley
I found a girl towing a tunnel from the fall
Water is rising from the ground, and where it goes
She does not know the mystery of the brook.
She was singing and dancing like the house tops
In the cave of the mongoose, where snakes yell out in blood.
She smiled on her side of the tunnel
In the hope of lively grass alongside the cave.
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