Return if you may
Stick to me like clay.
Sick of so much gray
Autumn left me gay.
Lend me a bar of chocolate
That tastes like your accolades.
But pour me some juice
Sweet as your Swiss.
Stick to me like clay.
Sick of so much gray
Autumn left me gay.
Lend me a bar of chocolate
That tastes like your accolades.
But pour me some juice
Sweet as your Swiss.
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