My love got to my tree house
that I hope you
here in my child's body
shaking like a leaf
sometimes I scare you
with a story I'll tell you today you're not
and cold that no
March is winter winter
heart got
my tree house
did I tell you that I came out the mustache?
I feel great with that detail
but I sure am missing you
you come to cover my
to take care with your soups
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