The Spoonbill Generator

The long body-swept grass [baoloa]

Is smooth, fragrant as the dreams of lovers [Francine]

And makes nest where we [baoloa]

Indulge ourselves [Francine]

And form new memories [baoloa]

Ones we'd already learned [Francine]

For our senses sheet over [baoloa]

And nothing is ever what it seems [F]

Winter's words now whisper [baoloa]

That nothing lasts but memory [Francine]

I know now but your fading touch [baoloa]

Still brings echoes of autumn [Beefy]