The next part of this involves the sound of boots
We were five miles out when Jones threw away the oars
Small budget, Big hearts
Nothing ever happens twice, it just looks that way
The camera that saw people
What I mean is NO.
A Sparrow freezing to death
It's a cold evening, fishermen unbuckle their boats
I think of Porthcawl
Chairs, Table, China, Knives
A child looking from a train
You might hear who you are from a stranger
It's hard waiting for the potatoes
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