why hero my little elf. Are we in need of some distant help? tsk tsk mama said the chocolate would melt. but for the sweet taste so soft it felt. taste still on the tip of my tongue. still a sweet tooth from when i was young. Buddha sat as the bell was rung. Silently he prayed as the choir boy sung. The moon came up as the sun went down. The days melted chocolate and we love to the first man found. Mr. Black Sunshine repeat that sound. My lightening will strike after your pound. Rain down on her, on me, on us. Naked love will wash these stains of lust.
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