Wrestling
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A bird, shaking a feather
Their nesting place exists forever in the park
In the parking space where everything is tethered their resting place exists together
In the park
In the parking space where everything is tethered their resting place exists together

Coiled safely, in the field of white heather
Breathing softly and connected for ever
In the park
Coiled safely, in the field of white heather
Breathing softly and connected for ever
In a park
Coiled safely, in the field of white heather
Breathing softly and connected for ever