Breed with Bliss

Clearly
Dear
I’m peering
At a star so near.

So if the pavement’s made of gold
And if all the cigarettes are rolled
We’ll hit a royal crown
Steal from the lost and found
We’ll go out and see the Youth Untold.

Wearily
Seer
I’m hearing
The stars unclear

So if the moon’s phase is off
And if I start to wheeze and cough
We’ll put money down
Rent a yearly clown
We’ll drink iced lattes with a little froth.

On a bright sun shiny day
In a bright sun shiny May
Like that bright son shiny day.
On a bright sun shiny day
In a bright sun shiny May
Like when I was laid in the hay.

The cats breed the kitties
And the dog breed little puppies
But we, the royal we, we bare dipthong
But we, the royal we, we breed sad, sad songs.

The mice breed the mousies
And the cows breed little calves
But we, the royal we, we bare dipthong
But we, the royal we, we breed sad, sad songs.

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