Cary and Lord, such a long time ago,
Like a dead horse, metal-lark drive your hero,
Seats are on fire, after a flood, Valentine's burn my sorrow,
Head on the floor, go to bed, drunk as a horse fly,
Climb on the mattress pad, twist my arm,
Under the pear tree, shadows and light conspiring,
Covered rich ice cream, cottage-grove shade invite me,
I will bow down, I will bow down, Lord of the ancient mortars,
From a deck yours for a sheepen, Cary surprised me,
There I pass on my back my lucky charm,
Cary my stones, fairyland all around us,
Like a dead horse, the sign of your children's fever,
Cary called Lord, a teen's friend, holding your hands with a bow,
Like a dead horse, shall we ascend, the light of the main flight,
The femoral of my bed, she placed my arm.
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