It comes from the backwoods of meadows and memories
Sunshine encasted in honey sweet rhymes
That linger so gently in rustic illusions
To whittle your ears to the sound of the times
Sunshine encasted in honey sweet rhymes
That linger so gently in rustic illusions
To whittle your ears to the sound of the times
Lyrics submitted by Bobo192
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