I wish we could cuddle
We would not fight
Just that I am fond of
Being once again alive.
Pray to you, my virgin.
Heal my wounds
Don't let my feelings
Stray out in the woods.
We would not fight
Just that I am fond of
Being once again alive.
Pray to you, my virgin.
Heal my wounds
Don't let my feelings
Stray out in the woods.
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