.Half a week before the winter>The chill bites before it comes
And I'm a child of the pleasure
Daddy brings before he runs
He sits behind a desk of mahogany
He whispers dreams into my ear>And though I've givin' him his empire
He delivers me my fear>The unicorns are riding high.
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