The roads wind
The sun finds
A place to rest its head
She's dead
Perhaps O'Ded
Something I've considered
Now I am breathless
The winding road
The voice souled
My heart is sold
To the rolling hills of Wales
Footnote: Composed on 19th June 2012, whilst being driven back to our holiday accommodation in Wales with the sun setting behind us and listening to Amy Winehouse
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