Foom, foom, foom,
So full of muscle aching gloom.
And yet this pounding tempo in my heart
writes the notes and sings the songs
that quicken to warmth
a cold, foggy, looming horizon.
So full of muscle aching gloom.
And yet this pounding tempo in my heart
writes the notes and sings the songs
that quicken to warmth
a cold, foggy, looming horizon.
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