Life,
13: 31 Hours in a lovely land;
Living with the peace of my mind,
As your phone call came in.
Life,
Perceived!
To lobby,
With the muse of your sweet love.
Hire, wire!
That accolade;
Hire, heir!
With the muse of your sweet love.
Of the call!
With the muse of your long-cherised dream;
At 13: 31 Hours,
As i heard your voice.
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