I have your craze
Like a rubick cube near
gaze
Memorable and
fashionable
Hand written
up the place
The nature of such silly maze
with a brain sharp phase
Let it be, what it be
Pure garden besides
golden fruits
Love the way words dance
The way I make
it feel so
with my dancing
shoes of melody
I went on singing
the tune! ! ! !
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