First the thought and then the act
To think a plant up towards the sun
It can’t be done, it can’t be done
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Sam and Libby, Lib and Sam
Made a little one of them
A baby’s born a man to die
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
It’s not as easy as willing it all to be right.
You gotta be more than hoping it’s right.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map