I am tired I am weary down on your bended knee I could sleep for a thousand years strike dear mistress and cure his heart different colours made of tears taste the whip in love not given lightlya thousand dreams that would awake me downy sins taste the whip now plead for me
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I thrive best
Hermit style
With a beard and a pipe
And a parrot on each side
But now I can't do this without you
I never thought I would compromise
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