black&whiteeth

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Who will get me to a party?

Who do I have yet to meet?

You look a bit like coffee

And you taste a bit like me

How can I keep me from moving?

Now I need a change of scenery

Just listen to me I won't pretend to

Understand the movement of the wind

Or the waves out in the ocean or how

Like the hours I change softly slowly

Plainly blindly

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text the skin of my yellow country teeth by clap your hands and say yeah!