Fionn Regan

I apologise, seem to have arrived, On what items in my bag from your house. There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessy, And a book on Presidents deceased. I'll have them fed-exed to you, It was a strange thing to do, I hope we can still be friends.

I would walk you home And then I sail you to the door Under white bulbs flashing Cross the ocean's roar You're a star You're a star I would tell you things That I told nobody else Put your arms inside my jacket KIss me on the steps You're a star You'

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The roots go deep below ground I like to walk with you in the evening Up the hill and back down I watch the mailboat from the clearing My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you And I'm changing the ribbons in this old underwood Step put of y