She said, take a drink of my sprite
So you can
She immigrated in 1773
Her rosary was damp
From the sweat of
sorry for when I was gone I'll buy you diamond
without a doubt baby you and me could help this
we talked until our faces turned blue until our mouths
i could obscure these words with poetry
false maturity
there's no universal
we have a good thing an understanding how together we'd
off the coast of the Puget Sound immaturity rowing around
not listening to those lies you can't explain well I
Your soft encouragement
Makes me believe
In beauty
You should be the singer
But
well it pained the first time the smell of your
hop on now and ride the fame of a wave
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