Hear the steeple bells ring out
above my lobster pots....
LIR
Just like birds of a feather
we two have followed the golden sun..
WG
Deep as the sea and as wild is the weather
we will go--just you and me--t'pick wild strawberries together
Or be livin' on our own in a cabin in a meadow...
WS
Ah, everyone has posted such good pictures...
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