One two three
He gives speeches
But they put him back in bed where he wrote his satire
He gives speeches
Always reaches out a lot
Led him to discover
Silken hair more silken hair fell on his face
And no wind was blowing
Stepped across the golden fields
And saw that she was soon trailing after
She was nice and didn't fight
He fell into her friendly persuasion
Late that night while by a streetlight
Little hands shadowed on the ceiling
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