Moodies
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When the white eagle of the North
Flies overhead
And the browns, reds and golds of Autumn
Lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then the summer birds
With wings of fire flaying
Come to witness Spring's new hope
Born from leaves decaying
As new life ...
Flies overhead
And the browns, reds and golds of Autumn
Lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then the summer birds
With wings of fire flaying
Come to witness Spring's new hope
Born from leaves decaying
As new life ...
