if you were my sigh lance
i'd throw you in the weeds
in a bed
in the flowers
in a shed
in a minute
in an hour
in a day we'd love to play
in a way
in a path
be a moth
or albatross
be around
or make a sound
woops....remember you're my sigh lance
but you can moan if you want..when we dance
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