He said early morning
Was the best
He said I would like it too
Eventually. Slowly.
I wanted to be like them
But if I did
I would have to spend more time
With him.
He said early morning
Was the best
He said I would like it too
Eventually. Slowly.
I wanted to be like them
But if I did
I would have to spend more time
With him.
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