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Frou-Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires.

I buckle and rosed

As god and the rest(wrist)

How mere riches be

A war or we lose

Close into symbols

A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)

They turn infant's breath my

Milk and wrap to her baby

In day

And night to come

And night to comeTheir little hands

Smooth all things

Ad nauseum

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening

(Pulled round)

Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored

(Trousers)

Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so

(Tighter)

All of the time I improvise by making sure

(Tighter)

It's to wait for you

Rounder

Pulled rounder

Pulled rounder

Pulled rounderPulled round

Trousers

Tighter

Tighter

Their fan I tickle

From serpents to dragons

I'd immerse you in flame

Your milk and your passion

Lead weight for his from his old turn

The young, I was eagerest

On using the stairs I

How nested to find you

I buckle and rosed

As god and the rest(wrist)

How mere riches be

A war all we lose

Close into symbols

A fly drinks the ignitions

They turn infant's breath my

Milk and wrap to her baby

In day

And night to come

Their little hands

Smooth all things

Ad nauseum

Things old

And young

Very young

Rise here comes our reason

New skies are a young escape to find you

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening

(Pulled round)

Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed

(Trousers)

Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so

(Tighter)

All of the time I improvise by making sure

(Tighter)

It's to wait for you

Pulled round of

Pulled round of

Pulled round of

Pulled round of

Songwriters

Reed, LouPublished by

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