tick tock.....tick tock,
chathedrel bells sway up above,
down below, the young ladies know,
that copulation is a marshall law
i saw a sweet girl eating icecream,
from the local merchant shop,
the farrie traveled to the island,
where summer cottages awaited us,
calico cats, pier driven chats,
the wind is a sweet kiss,
from nature, a calico bliss,
the dutch shops and novelty hats,
my honey island,
we are searching for serenity sand,
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