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I want to be bohemian, drinking shandyade,
sitting in the sunlight from the dampness of the shade.
A daub of silver yellow with honey blue will fuse
The world is over under to this watercolour muse.
And I shall sit and ponder of the painted life I live,
So as to sketch a vision of the utopia that I give -
a gossamer emerald tinge to, the art of Le Anaise,
The beginnings of a revolution on these banded autumn days.
An archaic new epoch of La Boheme' has arrived,
Enter the chasm of the orange song inside
this under over muse, with only anger - fear to hide,
A celebration of a nascence let us toast ye all beside!
To liberty, verity, passion, paint, pen and shandyade!
Giddy in the sunlight from the dampness of the shade.

Description
I want to be bohemian, drinking shandyade,
sitting in the sunlight from the dampness of the shade.
A daub of silver yellow with honey blue will fuse
The world is over under to this watercolour muse.
And I shall sit and ponder of the painted life I live,
So as to sketch a vision of the utopia that I give -
a gossamer emerald tinge to, the art of Le Anaise,
The beginnings of a revolution on these banded autumn days.
An archaic new epoch of La Boheme' has arrived,
Enter the chasm of the orange song inside
this under over muse, with only anger - fear to hide,
A celebration of a nascence let us toast ye all beside!
To liberty, verity, passion, paint, pen and shandyade!
Giddy in the sunlight from the dampness of the shade.