I laid my hands, I laid my hands on his warm cone bones No need for old codes between these hedgerows, Deep needle heat grows in his warm, cone bones.
Love, love and its mazy laws, it's love and its mazy laws. It's urging you on.
My brain deceived by those leafy corners, I felt the veins rise and down we fell, I laid my hands on just like a surgeon The snapping branches echoed round and round.
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