Not having so glen
Not a bar
On the hood of my newly love
Just like a wine
Only in a cup
Swamp over the face
That’s her love
It’s not a glue
Non stick
But never mind
So hot and sultry
Just like a fathom of swath
Only a butterfly living
On the rug
Wildly sky
Looking at the face
The red and blue
Color only red
Over the yellow robs upon me
Looking like a
Dumbling bee
And I stopped
Look towards the sky
Flying radar
Nothing but so wide
A glance upon the sun
Murmur and run
Holding the hand of my love
Just a wildly hug
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