you should first follow the plow if you want to dance the harvest jig.

My first impulse is always to behave, about everything, as if I feared complications. But I don't fear them— I really like them. They're quite my element.

There's a cold breeze blowing down to the north, Enchanting my flowers and my leaves dancing to its rhythm up in lonely sky.
While I sit here lurking in the dark waiting for you to come running down to me,
To drench my thirst, to end this trauma once and for all as i've been waiting for you in agony since a long time.
Is that really too much to ask for?

Do you know how I feel
Well you will learn
That all don't glitter baby
But the sun can raise again
When this all passes you know

Written By Hmmmmm

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