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Imagine what was not to be imagined. Oh yes darling play that clarinet. The song of two pawns, the man and Marriott. Time has flown by and there is something I'm forgetting. I've got to swing at the swings and play with Marriotti. We'll pray, we'll play' we'll open our books, we'll invest to confess a new world of new looks. Time has flown by and there is something I'm forgetting. My dearly strong is coming, and I wish we had a wedding. We'll pray, we'll play, we'll open our books, we'll indwell a new love that can flow a new brook. There is my love. She's sitting, she's waiting, the harsh winds are grating but our love is prevailing. There is my darling. He's coming this morning to save me from mourning and the constance of scourning. We danced and pranced till the night sky was pitch. It was razzling and dazzling the nature looked rich. Once upon a night as the stars shined with bright, are feelings were filled with bliss so we had to make a wish. We wished upon a star, one that flew away so far, it was enough to fill us full, it was enough to fill our hearts. The wish was a deserting dish, a wish we would never miss, a wish that we were couple even if there was a ditch. Time has flown by and there is something I'm forgetting. I've got to swing at the swings and meet with Marriotti. I'll pray, I'll weep, your rest makes me sleep, We'll see each other later, at least there are no more haters. The scourning has left, the mourning is well wept, and the constant harassment is buried with the casket.
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