When covered to the expandable notes, a ‘frame’ you afar, my most desirable thought. Thinking to self, the accustom I have out-loud made, in one more Raven tap, their jive for many a slumber, I have you there in my release, the further you are the ever precise, playing in notes of love, her song caught to the forevermore. My lonely heart.

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