Wind’s back leaps and sings my favourite fears,
Porthos can’t help it.
Never, never.
Slightly thinks he’s earned a swag,
but Soiled can’t compare to my Darling.
He’ll be my downfall anyway.
And oh my Tink, annually I’ll be yours.
One at a time emotion!
I’ll remember, I think.
Michael grab your pinny and let’s float
in a nightmare.
Innocent and heartless.
Let’s be the afterthought.
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