The Story Teller
Let me open your mine, can I tickle your brain. Let the words from my lips, play like melody's on your brain. As my words sit on the moist brain, and enjoy the view, as my word put ocean of fantasy waves on your mine. Let me take you there, you'll be just fine. My words was meet to easy your mine.
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