歌词
Seagreen serenades awaken me to dream
And turn the world to ripe
Smoldering charades of smoky verity
And turn the world to ripe
Turn the world to ripe
Things are what they seem to players of the pipe
Who whistle gentle melodies and turn the world to ripe
Turn the world to ripe.
Seagreen serenades awaken me to dream
And turn the world to ripe
Smoldering charades of smoky verity
And turn the world to ripe
Turn the world to ripe
Things are what they seem to players of the pipe
Who whistle gentle melodies and turn the world to ripe
Turn the world to ripe
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