By S.D. Sycther
She went in the woods only to come back;
Returned to the hell showing her back.
Remembers her many after the slack;
But none knows none knows tremendous her knack.
She went she went by and by the street;
And every day slept he and found her discreet.
Many many days and many many feelings;
Never this day when I I meet;
She went by she went by and by the street.
Check the summer may the sun hath wine;
May not he be the child of thine;
Maybe he does 619,
But still, he is the child of swine.
Curse him curse him curse he none;
And awaits him so long, awaits the sun.
But some back come back;
My destiny thy rack,
My destiny thy rack.
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