A song has no cause known.
Who cares how it ends?
Love that roll of soft flesh about your middle.
Trust that it has its own devise.
Be kind to those thoughts that displease you.
They have a short life.
Don't worry about where to go.
You will.
Who cares how it ends?
Love that roll of soft flesh about your middle.
Trust that it has its own devise.
Be kind to those thoughts that displease you.
They have a short life.
Don't worry about where to go.
You will.
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