Sam Eliot


Shine Your Light On Me

When bluebells chime dreary and dull
And the sun's too dim to light my day
When Blows delightful breeze with tempestuous vigour
And as disguised comes December in attire of may
When melodic prune sings a doleful tune
And the gilded bees are too unsightly to view
When the steps as paws the strewn up goons
get their break at me to hew
baby you be my raft on sea

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