I made this song, it's not really about Clyde in particular, just old tom-cats in general. (Such as myself...) - Jack Merlot

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A bit of quelling becomes Quill. I took my previous recording of "Black is the Colour of My True Love's Hair" and trimmed a few minutes off the start.

dreamscape; something emerges, then fades

pretty child they're cheering away as you ride through your kingdom of sand lovely child you're a hero today you're a magical mystery man like a bird on the wing you soar through your dreams let your fantasies sweep the skies but you know it…