Текст песни T.REX - Stacey Grove

Stacy Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine,
Hat full of wine.
Stacy Grove he's a roving catcher of skies,
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies.

Dungeree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus
He drinks acorn juice.
Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat,
He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet.
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Antelope head his beard skylark red

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