.It comes running through the hillside,
And it sleeps in our bed,
Now it's madder than ever,
And I thought it was dead.
And it's created by the polarity,
Of lovers in Spring,
Score bullets for feelings,
Makes everyone sing.
Oh oh, the inconceivable madness,
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