.Little dove to the belly of the fish
You'll get used to it
I cracked your egg to hear you chirp again
Now I'm losing it
It rains the most on the head of the weatherman
I boast the ghost who was spit out of his own skin
Now you look like me chasing rabbits
Up and down the.
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