Pass it through the hole to make it whole,
Hold it through the rain to make it hard,
But try to show me the sign of your love;
For, it took 46 years to build this house.
Your body,
My body,
Her body,
His body,
Our bodies! !
And like the joy of Fulham in the land of your muse;
But, i am ready to share my love with you.
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