Earnest tumbling round the room,
Daisies bloom when her eyes open,
Them lids burnt cause night was longest,
For dreams of shore then went asunder.

Bright hot tea awaits for 'er lips,
Shakings hips to tunes of wonder,
Trouble yonder in the warm shower,
Sing to self and be star cluster.

Painted soul on smiles and candor.

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