oh gentle, stroke. a blinding thought provoke. tell me it's on.
i missed you. i thought only of you. sipped out over blooming cauliflowers, huge moon loomed. the women are fertile now, you see. rhythm made, helpless shake, get there but you almost got everywhere - tell the shepherd to lead them safely away. me, not so lame, although you'd like to see a worse off day, a failing woman-child - perhaps? hmmm. sorry man, i aint all that bad. infact i wrote two of them myself.
i ran high up to the top, and i rained all over the gleaming city. to my delight. i felt you.
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