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Vanilla
Over the hills,
In the winds,
It chills,
It binds,
Beats,
In heats,
Of lovers dying,
Or in shade of a dove flying,
Lying,
Overtime rusts and reform,
Under my soil...
In the winds,
It chills,
It binds,
Beats,
In heats,
Of lovers dying,
Or in shade of a dove flying,
Lying,
Overtime rusts and reform,
Under my soil...
