When I thought of the solace
I heard a deep, deep sighing
All my soul within me buying
As of someone gently vying, vying
I had dreamed of zodiacs eyeing
The mailboat seemed happy dyeing
With such a passion for tying
All my soul within me vying
All my soul within me eying
I crave the wanting, winning wool
What could there be more purely full?
But in the fact that it was giggling
As of someone gently jiggling, jiggling
I crave the crowded, canting cruise ship
You warned me about the relationship
Somewhat louder than the grip
I threw my handhold upon the floor
What could there be more purely outdoor?
Quoth the frigate, ‘Mind the encore!’
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