MondayMay 19, 2025
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Another tea-time, another day older.
Come with me to the Winged Isle Northern father's Western child Where the Dance of Ages is playing still through far marches of Acres Wild.
Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
I can never make up my mind if I'm happy being a flute player, or if I wish I were Eric Clapton.
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather.
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