Flour, colour!
Buy me grain from Egypt and let me feed myself;
For, i am still waiting for you in the sweet land of peace.
Oil, boil!
I want to eat your meal of love;
For, i am the right person for you.
Oil, toil!
Like one man's son and another man's daughter;
And, from the first born to the last born,
But, i want to eat the meat of your love.
Grow, row!
I want to care for you my sweet one;
So, let me come in to show you my love.
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