Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
H E ENSNARES BIRDS AND BANTERS with the wind. Pitched on wild grassland He’s lost his eyes Stolen from the coat of a soldier. Three young lads came along
Scattered his guts on the ground Where they laid a dishevelled girl.
Without his body of golden silk The scarecrow Dreams ungovernable dreams That bewilder the birds.
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