WhT if bfones one of us? Just a slob lie one of us... just a stranger - on - the - bus. . . Who’s trying ta make his way, hoOomMee.!.(; no bod y callin’ on da phone—(xcept for da pope may be in rome!)
. . . We’ll frolick & play, the Eskimo way! ; ) /_•] later on - we’ll conspire: as we fream , by the fire 🔥 . . . I’m the meadow we can build a snowman ☃️ when it snows ; ain’t it thrilling?? (We’ll be walk-in...)~
A beautiful sight, we’re happy to-nite! /\/_~^*•> ~>Gone away... is the. Bluebird; here to stay, is a new bird 🐦 he sings her a song as we go along ... ~^*^~_•>*
You wish you never ever met her at all...
You wish you never ever met her at all...
You wish you never ever met her at all...
You wish you never ever met her at all...
You wish you never ever met her at all...
You wish you never ever met her at all...
You wish you never ever met her at all...
You wish you never ever met her at all...
You wish you never ever met her at all...
You wish you never ever met her at all...
I walked these streets, without regret — uhAha.!•~*> // I stood alone . . . & watched my-self; fall apart! (Answers the ‘voices,’ Inside my head: uhAha_.~^)?.!*•>). .
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