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Sea; Be Still

I am jealous Of your waiting calls Is it that you now have fellas It seems of me, you not zealous Despite the recalls Once upon a time I am the precious jewel on thy neck You personally make me your heart's prime That you volunteer your beads for me to bedeck But all now has turned a crime Why have you You, I mean your heart Has suddenly turned me blue When I have mastered you: my art A more save box now battered without clue Don't run from me I am still the dearest one You know I will always be Let us keep it secured in fun Your grace have the right key May be you think I want a thrush Like an earthly angel from another realm You know I just don't have you my crush All my furniture are made from your elm This isn't to make you blush

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