and as the sun sets in the west and all is done that can be done and all the highs and lows drift inexorably toward that misty plain only memories can contain there is only the faint repeating echo ..
Go on admit it... You love me really
Go on admit it... You love me really...
Sleep well children for tomorrow there may well be other small hairless traumatized dragons to slay.
Go on admit it... You love me really
Go on admit it... You love me really...
Sleep well children for tomorrow there may well be other small hairless traumatized dragons to slay.

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