My Boy - Heads
My kingly court, now looking- but not looking up
Join Lincoln City not, my boy, join not my gloomy town
Tint of brown brick, my look confirming my gloom
Gloomy girl, gloomy boy, gloomy union for my crown
But you, you follow in my flock
You look, but not to pry
My quiz for you- now coming
But you follow, you willfully comply
you try
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