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Acquisition fisher,
We like our heads to remain
Undone
And to sleep over me
Is an undersea trip taken twice
No one knew of or won.

Good night, morning star,
Little head of me
And all the sleet over night
Can be brought
In a heart
I'd say, with me,
Undone.

Some dear sleet over me,
Time is safe
Under the sea,
You don't say it twice.
No one knew who won.