She could tell it right back, it was got quite that
Systematic. And since it was stodgily beautiful
She felt free to make out, well, enigma variations
Course I could feel the current.
You're leaving out the glaciers again,
darling.
Have you ever had that feeling
When the storm glowers its worst
Shines in its own bale
And you're soaked to the bone like an oxo-cube
And you sort of, when it comes down to it, want more...
Come now, it was only a showery spell,
Angel-features.
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