kings meal
i'm here all Year and all year im here” how come i have to see you everyday of the year, can't be life” that will be too weird’ oh my dear, how do you grow  much fear in this tear. Really ‘it's eating me and beating me” how to stop it’ from finishing me. Days to night, this hawkeye has marked and locked on. In me so much fumes, I know that if unity would ever come between us two” my fumes and your perfumes will enlight humans, too wear our love’ and dress in our joy’ and dine in our paradise, and if there's more to there appetite, will offer your shine as fine wine’ and our moan taste for sweet Lemon cake. And yet’ if there tummy still not yummy” and there rolls’ still stuffed with money. Then will blush them, with our kinkish best’ to full and fill there seconish.
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