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LYRICS

Fairy tales & fables

Staring at the rainbows, looking for that gold, but the rapeseed fields are glowing, maybe this is the tale, that old wives behold
The rainclouds are moving westwards, the birds come out to play, a panoply of music, surround sound, played the old fashioned way.
Then early evening approaches, starlings blacken the sky, like the black cape movements of a Spanish bullfighter, swirling, twisting, moving, to and bye
So why chase supercars or wannabe superstars when the mother of beauty’s high is free?
Why buy racks of shoes or this years blacks are blues, when mothers beauty you can see?
Holding your lover closely, moving with their time, soul to soul magnetic attraction, electricity, from skin to skin, slow rhyme.
Or watch a new born baby, open, screwed up eyes, or grab your little finger, for the first time, in a lifetime, lifeline.
So why chase supercars or wannabe superstars when the mother of beauty’s high is free?
Why buy racks of shoes or this years blacks are blues, when mother’s beauty you can see?
When mother’s beauty you can, see.

MOTHER'S BEAUTY

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