give'n hern 'way

.

                 i watch'd you love
                 in depth uv dispair
               mitts sweat'n whilst
                            tight
                    your own grip

                drips uv salty wet
             streak'n yourn buxom
                         cheeks
                 softly call'n 'pon
                         Yahweh
                              in
           Yeshua's precious Name

       "God please let my grandpop
            say I can marry Timmy"

                           okay 
              so i hear'd yuh cry'n
                  'twere cauze'n
         mine curious tuh listen in

                         and yes
             you can marry timmy
             when you turn 10hon
                 you and i will pick
                     thuh flowerz

                                ')
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