Lyrics:
West Somerset grew up out in Watchet So many rocks upon the beach, surprised there ain't a moshpit No sandy shore, can't bury heads like ostrich
to come... Prose swelled from Aotearoan waters The windless watchet whelmed my Muse in Divine Descants of inspired congenial art... Milford Sound is graced
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