Love from Tinder Grant,
so tender, and wishing me it all,
it all, before he flew away.
Tinder, Tinder,
the magic recall of his name
now he has gone.
He must fly back,
and tender love again to me,
oh, Tinder, gloriously.
Grant it to happen soon
oh gods high up above,
that Tinder comes to me.
10/13/2015
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