Clever chord, save this note
and show no soul our coat
Count years and cheers
but save our love...
from cold, biting cold
When they ask, if they ask
I'll speak not a word
When we have a you
and one be this me
Ha, it blasts!
They should make the fold
to sense the hold
As for this you, Dearie
I be grant them no dice
Holiday blues. I am just swinging with the new season, along. Normal, isn't it? Keep them Nosey Parkers away...and out...of your business - ya love!
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