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'Til you're steaming with desire.
Fill your spirit with desire.
All My Children
All of my love
Allah, my Love
All of my love
For many hours and days the Passover's soon (or: the ban sever soon)
The cup is raised the toast is Megan again. (As in to a girl named Megan)
Yours is the cloth; mine is the hand that is so strange.
For many hours and days that pass ever soon...
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again....
Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
For many hours and days the paths ever soothe
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the armor strains the hand, toodle-oo
Is this to end or just again
The cupboard's raised, the toast is naked again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Mary Ann when will my world just sustain
For me the cloud wants more, to spin
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last, the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin
The cup is raised the toast is made, yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan one word my will to sustain
For me the cloth, once more, does spin
From every hour one word would will to sustain
Sit dime
Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain
Sometimes
I'll love my love
All of my love
Olive my love
All of my love
Olive, my love
All of my love
She laughs for hours at my farts I light.
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light?
Should've asked for hours of love
My fire in the light.
Should I fall out of love
My fire in the light.
Swallow, my love.
All of my love
Talk about love
All of my love
That's, of course, the thing to do.
The tides have caused the flame to dim.
Til you're burning with desire.
Fill your body with desire.
Times a callin' Gunga-Din.
The tides have caused the flame to dim.
You were not on my mind
You were no longer mine
Yours is the clock,
mine is the hand that tells time
Yours is the cloth,
mine is the hand that sews time
Yours is the clock, mine are the hands that serve time.
Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
Yours is the clock; mine is the hand that stops time
Yours is the cloth; mine is the hand that sews time
Yours is the clock
Mine is the hand that sews tight.
Yours is the cloth
Mine is the hand that sews time.
Yours is the clock
Mine is the hand that shows time
Yours is the cloth
Mine is the hand that sews time.
Yours is the clock
Mine is the hand that holds mine.
Yours is the cloth
Mine is the hand that sews time.