The sunlight brushed the swallow’s wing
It flecked the dappled foam
It fluttered like a butterfly
Around my quiet home
And then the clouds rolled back again
And chased the sun away
The bully with the big loud voice
That thundered through my day.
It flecked the dappled foam
It fluttered like a butterfly
Around my quiet home
And then the clouds rolled back again
And chased the sun away
The bully with the big loud voice
That thundered through my day.
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