Tears of blue, sweat so firce. Fire on my soul a heart made and sold. A faith to grow and hope bigger than gold. A holy way deep where we all know and grow.
Ice dreams with no means. There's a 8 o'clock show about the boat with a row. Know one to woe, only mystery and friends low. A love greasy and slippery to clog and flog. To dog and sod.
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