♪ Max, we'll disgrace our body, we're ready for the news, and despair that any lowry gave me a promise true, gave me a promise true, which therefore God will be, and for body any lowry I'll lay, I'll lay me doon and deed. I'll lay me doon and deed, I'll lay me doon and deed, and for body any lowry I'll lay me doon and deed. A brow is like a snowdrift, a throng is like an oar, a pain is a parrot,
a devil's son of man. A pain is a parrot, a devil's son of man, and God will be, and for body any lowry I'll lay me doon and deed. Life in what we call a flying is the fall of a fairy's feet, and like wine this lover's dying, her voice is low and sweet.
Her voice is low and sweet, and is all the world to me, and for body any lowry I'll lay me doon and deed. I'll lay me doon and deed.
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