The buttery shuffle
And cold steaming of morning’s mute gloaming.
Perhaps we will fish
And drink coffee
We are free to do as we wish.
Perhaps we will again fish.
The buttery shuffle
And cold steaming of morning’s mute gloaming.
Perhaps we will fish
And drink coffee
We are free to do as we wish.
Perhaps we will again fish.
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