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Phillips
She was cleaning her house
When a temple souse
Came knocking at her purple door
Saying wait right here
Cause the cycle's near
And we can communicate some more
And the very last session
Gives a good impression
Of the things that are to come
Like a laser beam rays
And Confucius says
On earth thy will be done
And like an ion sun
You're on the run
And capable of causing fun, summer sun
Now old King Kong
Is a merry old song
And it goes on the twenty-three hour
And like a diamond is ice
With pale fire thrice
And you've gained your gentle powers
And a kiss to the mind
Like lacquer thinned
To emulate a fine violin
Brings a silent range to your subtle change
Or more commonly yclept being
And your double track sphere
Is uncommonly clear
And it outshines all the seas and all the seething
And spun gold hair
Is your common flair
For covering what makes your art
And a small detail
Is a billowing sail
And you've just begun to start
And an elephant book
Is but one outlook
Yet it lacks not a thing in size
And the etiquette of grass
Will have to last
And we'll save it for the very last prize
And the utilization
Makes a unified nation
We may see it with our very own eyes, very own eyes
And the vestiges of an air hammer
Received with the coming light
And the moon wanes
Over the looming crags
With its silver bluish light
She came with the grace of an angel here
And her melting doelike eyes
In her velvet dress
Like the soul she is
As open as the starry skies
And we made love in the morning
With the red sky dawning
And our souls merging into one
And the olive trees
Had a gentle breeze
When she took her silent leave
We made love in the morning
With the red sky dawning
And our souls merging into one
And the olive trees
Had a lovely breeze
When she took her silent leave
And then was gone