Songs
SONGS
The music that I played to sing
Made no felicity to the brains that entered
But the true life it gospels,
Is a handful to make the day of a Bigwig.
Ferry the song to your songs
Make the aroma arouse inmates of life abbey
Every song is a bicker
That biffs every ingredient of normality
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