Underneath a pale sky
that Lakeland Plastics could've made
I'm just trying to get my baby to sleep
It isn't cold outside,
but I'm too warm underneath my bobbled fleece
her head bobbling at my chest, hands tickling at my sides
Walking into town, quietly
singing 'Twinkle twinkle little star...'
underneath a plain white sky
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