MY CUPCAKES IN THE SNOW


Were we should be
In the honey comb of the bee
By every blue sea
Rose in hand, down on my knees
Saying what I mean
Not every word a rhyme
Truth hiting itself at nine
The day's speeding
I need every step with you slow
To everything else it's a NO
You're my cupcakes in the snow

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