like the Ocean My angel, Empathy Drawn me beneath her wings, want slender fingers Of our home's to feather leaf Mother is a mouth upon My neck, a pink
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s your hair If it is your hair I don't want to sound kind of different, but Are you bald-headed? Yeah I like the way you got a lot of that stuff off the horse