.... drunk, the honey. ..war.pulled The grass in yearning tarnished Sun. for you to bring THE Olympic rings. The flower of love. Wreaths OF crisp blue ribbons.honey purification of MY tongue . until I breath again. . Peace with your country's help. Oh ... compared TO cold rocky rivers Oh my honey in MY house is good To drink a six pack and imagine u in MY heart Oh ..peasant OLD maid. .. I bow at the command of your coats Oh. .. when I reach the highest hills journey TO .. I'll ask THE JEAN as for MUCH as u can. ..drunk THE GOLD OF THE HONEY. ..war.pulled The grass in yearning tarnished Sun. for you to bring THE Olympic rings.The flower of love. Wreaths OF crisp blue ribbons.honey purification of MY tongue . until I breath again. . Peace with your country's help. Oh ... compared TO cold rocky rivers Oh my honey in MY house is good To drink a six pack and imagine u in MY heart Oh ..peasant OLD maid. .. I bow at the command of your coats Oh. .. when I reach the highest hills journey TO .. I'll ask THE JEAN as for MUCH as u can. ..
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