you must release me, beauty advisor.
it is not my fault what that i love.
i think and i think and i still feel sure
not to know what it is.
just how i am. make time a cave
and crawl inside. i have got to have
some definitions for this. it is the more
grateful thing to be like. in my mind
i was dancing, so in touch ,and i felt
just within my reach. everything i love
becomes a baby. beautiful, all
these, traced in numbers, these
smiles, in their home, make me talk
different. i've got to release
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