Sing With Me My Darling
Oh Mary dear honey, My sweet little beehive loving you as you carry our baby. whose mind is linked with frog-eyed spirits from within the smoldering sun. In this sheltered home in a land of mystique a cosmopolitan all hands concomitantly together a wall of hands and people guided by their ministrant of possibility. So sing with me darling no not I sing with us for us is me and I is us we all nestle upon our bridge that we set to take.
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