Meadows of Gus

Lyrics

To the fields Gus runs, with his ears so wide And his paws beat the earth where the daisies hide With the sun on his back, so carefree and still Oh if I were a painter, his colors I'd spill In my arms, he's the softness of midsummer's dream His fur like the silk of the calmest sea stream

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