If we do not sleep together by March then we will break apart. we will break apart. Now is the fifth. Now the sixth. Now and walk to the nearest town. Now the ninth...
Now is the first. Now the second. Now the third. Now the fourth.
If we do not lie down together, you wanting me, I you,
the seventh. Now the eighth. The sun shines and you're angry. I'm scared
to plan our lives, nothing left out. So we map our hunger
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