Come bloom Fort in trees, stacking plyings on us,
this bay of yours walking
toward sushi
Am I really to say
no no no no no don’t you
go you Prawn,
the pelicans pursing along, oh yonder.
Come bloom Fort in trees, stacking plyings on us,
this bay of yours walking
toward sushi
Am I really to say
no no no no no don’t you
go you Prawn,
the pelicans pursing along, oh yonder.
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