The High Llamas Follow
The American Scene lyrics
One number it cannot reach
Bold classics instead of speech
Try climbing up to a height
To see the pools all white
That's spread below
Praise gardens in turn it sings
Unwilling to feeling things
These comedy quite will sound
The rising six comes 'round
To spread below
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