| snare | ||
| perspie |
I wold never eft comen into the snare. I wold ever cleft lemon onto the mare. I want blebber b'reft jemmin mentor my care. I wedge whales rubbing clemency ranting for fare. Rare. |
000219 |
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| amy |
nature is ancient but surprises us all She's got dark hairs on her head Blonde on her arms She sneaks up from behind Come on You deserve it bjork, bjork, bjork i know i'm a broken record, but who's she talking about? |
000302 |
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| panic |
i had no chance to lose the flock so why this pulls at me is more suited to a shephard |
010530 |
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| god | as long as you steer clear from the rabbits.... | 010530 |