in the event of happiness
fall through the gates of joy
a gentle, loving caress
my gentle baby boy
to ask is to tell
in the event of a sale
events under the well
alas we are in chain mail
the future so bright
the river flows round
take all of your might
just don't make a sound
the professor has sprach
without a doubt
hiding into the wooden crack
tending to feed a shout
petunias and marigolds for a lover
in the course of a week
we shun our own brother
what is it you really seek
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