my love What would old Hobbs do with this pure heart? Where shadows inch like rising damp Their seaweed fingers will us all to be wakeful, oh What a
the dark my love What would old Hobbs do with this pure heart Where shadows inch like rising damp Their seaweed fingers will us all to be wakeful What a
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