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Bee Forms

Spires That In The Sunset Rise

Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh

Feeling from her shawl
That she wrapped round his skull
And let the scorn taper down
In some the locks went down
She twitched fine lips

Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh

Bee, ah
Ooh

Bee, ah
Ooh, oh

Bee, ah, ah
Ooh, oh, o
Oh
Oh

Composição: Kathleen Baird