my shoes were hypnotized by youth
warning: try to wake up tomorrow
i've never puttered thanks to you
my lemon staggered; thank you, i'm ruined
the orchard thanks you
my lemon thanks you
trek
my lemon arrives
the dust thanks you
trek
how i thank you before the rotten lemon
get back to me, warning fuse
we are my ruination
i even try to putter around in eternity
with william blake also sighing
just to wake the now!
the dust, the dust, the dawn
lemon blossoms stuck to this very e-mail
don't you see what you've done
we are a staggered song when the lemon arrives
i thank u in the garden and in eternity
my lemon staggered in the sondheim dawn
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