Myself I Say
myself i say
my selfish ways
her hand in need
of golden seal
of soft a touch
thus comfort feel
inside i spy
my selfish ways
rolling the bounce
of ignorance
i stand alone
frost of a touch
myself i say
her hand in need
of golden seal
her wish denied
of soft a touch
inside i spy
with salt and thyme
my selfish ways
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