Lay that here, I lat that there
It's wieght and health and breath
The word that falls in you deep well
will float with me below it
It's a story, It's a sadness
lets wait, anticipate progress
Sensation sweet, your arms will meet
I just can't help this dress
Press its sleeve, the fold will leave
if you tell me more than twice
Smell is strong, my legs are long
I'll follow you to move
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