Last Sunday morning the sunshine

not like moon.

The way before they all seem to same

with the help of God. They all seem to sing.

With the help of God, two friends,

come a real line.

I still had two strong legs,

and even w wings to fly.

It's old eyes that a wind time's over.

Time goes back like the Kings and faster things.

Oohoo. Oohoo.

Well, I'm on Mississippi, where you're crying.

We're all you're crying.

Been around here three long days,

looking like the dine.

Just step yourself by sand, look up at the stars above.

Go on downtown, baby.

Find somebody in love.

Meanwhile I had a waste in time to go on.

Time goes by the pouring rain

and much faster than. You don't love one,

but the stairs get back.

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