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A brake, a coombe, a copse, a covert, a dingle, a spinney, a stand, a thicket A brake, a coombe, a copse, a covert, a dingle, a spinney, a stand,
all'alba, facciamo quelle copse che La gente fa da ubriaca, senza aprire neanche un Beck's Ridiamo urlando per strada, sotto un lampione alle 3 Disturbiamo i
On a hillside in the meadows By the old copse ring of oaks They lay down there as lovers But no words of love were spoke They had drunken
begins in all its grandeur To the copse of trees) For many of these men, they know it is their last The slaughter now ensues Bodies fall like rain
start Started off with, runnin from copses duck and hide from helicopters We open fire, who can stop us Livin the life of trife juveniles, hopin for
beasts There is a cathedral that goes down And a lake that comes up There is a little carriage Abandoned in the copse Or that goes running down The road
the ancient fortress Shelled by a million bullets From gunners, waiting in the copses With hearts that threatened to pop their boxes As we advanced into
from copses duck and Hide from helicopters We open fire, who can stop us Livin the life of trife juveniles Hopin for Rikers gettin twenty-five to life If
the ancient fortress Shelled by a million bullets From gunners, waiting in the copses With hearts that threatened to pop their boxes As we advanced into
The hunt is on to find the fox Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse Much to and froing White horses showing Their pearly teeth He lead them
The hunt is on to find the fox Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse Much to and froing White horses showing Their pearly teeth He lead them up
copse of trees A voice as sweet as Mare's Tail Clings to the prairie breeze "Won't you come with me', she said, "there's plenty of room in my iron
Love was a promise made of smoke In a frozen copse of trees A bone cold and older than our bodies Slowly floating in the sea Every morning
was then at the edge of a large and half-finished estate. It was still and quiet, backing onto a copse the bulldozers had missed when they levelled
Love was a promise made of smoke In a frozen copse of trees A bone cold and older than our bodies Slowly floating in the sea Every morning
was slowly rising From its slumberdown again. The stag had run to cover In a copse beside the lake; The huntsman broke the silence And the birds
Bell we may enter a stone beacon-tower from which the eye may hold a whole sweep of the kingdom: Hazy marshes, crow-pocked copses, patchwork meadows
As I walked over North Botley copse I saw a fine lady ghost across the tops With a ring on her finger and the wings on her toes She can have music
O he rode high and he rode low He rode through woods and copses too Until he came to an open field And there he espied his a-lady, O! What makes you
with day Sink, clamorous like mill-waters, at wild play By turns in every copse Each tree heart-deep the wrangling rout receives Save for the whirr
with day Sink, clamorous like mill-water, at wild play By turns in every copse Each tree heart-deep the wrangling rout receives Save for the whirr
The sun was slowly rising From its slumberdown again. The stag had run to cover In a copse beside the lake; The huntsman broke the silence And the birds
a graveyard of copse Lies a bustling dojo Num-chucks and joy-cons A little creature perked up at my presence we made a silent correspondence Friend in shirt
I'm coming from I'll let it morph until I'm a copse For now I'm #taking a shot (A shot, a shot, a shot, a shot) Sound off the siren (Yeah) Sound off
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