Would you paint my light creamy walls,
turn the dust into notes and sing me the waltz?!
Would you play me the sax,
share my Fax and and stop loving me after glasses of Jack's?!
Would you fly me to a white land,
freeze until we band and make me a snowman out of sand?!
I say, let's melt.
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never imagined melting is that good...
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