Copy you this, and properly that
Under a tow o'prudent MeOrKat
Fate maybe or Folly, makes deeply enticing. I cannot commit, I'll take the time. It's ripe to spin into oblivion the numbers phase outly In, a swirling feeling is Beginning Again, a rush, On Us I must be going back Inly out.
And vaguely so~So please forget or just don't Know - what matters now if we never do Go?
Where oh where did that fantasy fly oh where oh where oh me oh my