Arefieva Amona Fe

Kirsty Mitchell Photography Amona Fe Go for it, She calls, Amon Fe Southern princess, After a kiss She like honey, Wine is bubbling like rain in a puddle. And there, in the sky pies, calico dresses, Paleface cakes whipped clouds, There in the sky wait at the border, the poet, Streamers of rain you climb high. Amona Fe, Amona Fe, Why did you tell her, loved, needed Stay here, Stay with me, You can not be a princess her husband And there, in the sky cornflower br, br,