Glimpse

By S.D. Sycther

A touch a touch a wonder a wonder;

She she told me thunder-e-thunder.

A touch a touch and a wonder a wonder.

But Still till till wonder wonder wonder.

Her eyes, her glory a reason ponder ponder ponder.

A touch a touch a wonder a wonder.



By hers by hounds and a margin won I I;

The scratches many many pains my eye, cries my name;

Rose I more more and loves my game and game.

By hers by hounds and a margin won I I.



Get her the discs, they shout in fear, get her the feathers shout they mare mare;

And when sound such things don't deserve me a share;

Yes, say I the rarest of rare; Say I say I the rarest of rare.

Get her the discs, they shout in fear, get her the feathers shout they mare mare;

And when when sound sound such things, deserve don't a share.



Oh wait for moreover, the leather lust care;

And she stands she stands rare rare rare.

A glimpse my lady, I deserve dare dare dare;

A glimpse glimpse lady lady an affair affair affair.

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