Call
Would you make my phone ring?
Would desire retake the wild as it perspires like the legend is written yet the times go unaffected?
Babe, the world gets no smaller,
I am the right caller,
no one could say a thing about the lights growing in stalling words-
because we will gather for our area's that we expedite,
but will mighty-kite none-for-less when our strife scars at the right heights,
tights and whites... even fights!
We will always resign because more and more is what's needed, every time!
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