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ode of rock...
My quiet rock, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you trot, walk and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dreamy hooke.
Let me compare you to a weak cafe?
You are more deadly, sleepy...
How I love the way you trot, walk and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dreamy hooke.
Let me compare you to a weak cafe?
You are more deadly, sleepy...
