| Look back at the ole wisdom…
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| Once founding out on, the living room.
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| Momma’s perfume sit’s a way too soon…
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| You forgot your sister’s made a name…
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| But fitfulness, never tasted the same and…
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| Forgetfulness, doesn’t run through our vein’s but
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| This is my, gradual return…
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| This is my gradual return…
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| Woke up in the night from Lightings Voices…
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| As if a Guest of Beauty’s, Beauties Mysteries…
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| Listen to the sound of the ole town store (s)…
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| Elderly stories soaking into young ones bones.
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| But fitfulness, never tasted the same… an
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| Forgetfulness doesn’t run through our veins… But
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| This is my gradual return
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| This is my gradual return
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| This is my, gradual return
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| End to the chain of my cautionous
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| Take my Mommy walks, in a level with the truth.
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| When I need a reminder.
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| All that Love from you, but I
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| I’m contemplating outward Joy
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| Where Joy once found
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| As if, a guest of a quest of, beauties rich needs…
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| This is my, gradual return
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| This is my, gradual return
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| This is my, gradual return
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| End to the chain of our cautionous… |