That is very cool indeed, and now I shall sleep
The dreams will fill me from my heart
A world with smaller thorns
Where the rose just seems to grow
And nobody can tell me why
Does my nose love to wiff it up.
The dreams will fill me from my heart
A world with smaller thorns
Where the rose just seems to grow
And nobody can tell me why
Does my nose love to wiff it up.
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