Paroles de The friends

Marc Bolan

pochette album The friends
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0 satyr come
And suck my thumb
'cos you're a little fawn
And you need me.

On hoofy feet
Through the windy wheat
'cos you're a little fawn
And i'll feed thee.

Down the delly way
With your belly grey
I've some fruit and nuts
And a reed 0.

And i'll skip with you
In the midnight blue
And carve fluting pipes
For you to play on.

In the deeply dark
When the wolves loom large
I've a snuggly nook
'neath the meadow.

Where you'll sleep and be
Curled and friends with me
Through the evil night
Till starling morning.

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