Turn my face to the sun and close my eyes red Hope in my heart Hope in the bulbs fresh burst from the frost lock
All the while the flirty pop star crones Two people side by side enjoy the salt No words but crunches punctuate their halt And
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At Last in Bed? Four children are at last in bed And I have kissed each little head Given them water, blankets, books I’ve sung,