Another lone viera, Not a bunny give it rest, This woman is of nature, In the green and at her best
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Another lone viera, Not a bunny give it rest, This woman is of nature, In the green and at her best
There's no habit that we're hiding, There's no secret to be kept, It's behind my back so openly, Why call it to address?
Do you want a battle or photo, The question follows the line, Each one in turn an autograph, From which your skills defined, Now you're older and it's easy, To lose that will to shine, So get back on that stage my friend, Where fans will soon go blind
The fires surge from from black to red, Soon a gun against your head, Though you didn't start the battle, You must see it through the end
Lift up then straight, Extend and wait, Your pettiness complaint, Then work until you faint
portrait of a dancer
Isn't life wonderful, Isn't life grand, Can't you feel the beat of summer running through the sands, Isn't there such greatness, Isn't there such style, To be so free in paradise if only for a while
based on photo by Rubb and Dan Katz
None may hurt you when I’m near, None may hurt as I steer, None may hurt you now my dear, My deer whose antlers shine unclear
Ah a chore day with children, With nary a care, They're helping clean tables and stacking the chairs, We're washing the dishes no sign of a vice, Reading a book as we settle down nice, What peace and what bliss, Wouldn't think on it twice
Lies about children