Shock grabbed me without alert
To visualise the hurting cells
That plucked your able legs
Oh Mine, voice thy inner giant
To me with thy buttered lips
That I may catch the steps
Quench the hurting cells
With the best prescriptions
That will embrace you a smile
Oh Mine, you sound fluffy again
To me like Queens cake mix
That am to bake to wet me
With sweetness lasting ages
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