Sun blazing the lichened dwala
Wind cooling my leechened soul
Sweet lilt the rivers flow
High on nine in the air of freedom
Insular mind, thought it through and through
Rotary badge, I am wearing it for all to see
I am handsome I have to say it though
Forever sparkling like the azure sea
Sweet lilt, my innocent romance
Resting on my laurels, the madams lay
Peaceful. Ordinalised handled by my ordinance
Hard and won a macadam way
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