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5, 4, 09When the glass sweats ‘til midnight I seem to dream aboutthe horns in tune feeling around your lyric body ‘til thechorus of the last lil’ bead dribbles nimbly off the tumblerand thisis the first drop I gather to sew you a storm & everystorm I sew is yours.
 
And every storm I sew for you is warm.Here is your storm / I have so many raindropsPlop plop drippy droppy here you go.Hmm, the last brass breath at the bridge’s end makes anexample of the kingdom you OOPS accidentally rule.You accidentally rule. I love you.I OOPS accidentally love you.Can, wait...
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