There's no way to think about perfect
There's no way to think perfect
I am not too embarrassed,
Because I love to stare at
Your face,
The crinkle on your eyelid,
The trickle of waters from your lip.
God God what you God God God
The standards of our industry
Industry in my name
The Indus mountains and a tree
The holiest of the highest ways
A farmer leans toward the side of the road
Give him all my chances
Go to All the Churches
How much do we have to appreciate?
Do we have to appreciate?
How much do we have?
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