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That modest please came from this sexy personality.
Dreams of endless work, endless music

And yet here we are, hearts beating
As if alcohol hadn't been discovered yet!

I walk into the hive and set to work making comb.
It is a beautiful evening, shadows sputtering

On the sides of the avenue. While I want very much
To hear you sing, I'm going to walk across town first.

I need to get my balance, my breath, I don't know,
A hamburger. Did I say need? I mean want. Want you.