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Call of the Tui

The beautiful weed turns up on a misty shore Saturating, soaking the heart of Azaria Queens of the deserts the admiral gypsy shining
Clouds separate to show her heaven Sea weed unfurling glimmers of yesteryear of baron beaches and knocked down batches
Sea gulls now swell in congregation They scream to Azaria and still the old rabbitters hut stands while sand dunes melt azarias heart tui sing on and on and on and on




Last updated 28 April, 2006