oh you can't speak without your tongue. don't try to drown without your lungs. well my snail has my favourite slow. shell helps the snail still the skin lays low. and if my snail has my favourite slow, then my cold has my favourite snow. but if my snail's cold and comes to a halt, then my sea has my favourite salt. the salt keeps the sea from feeling sweet, and my toes have my favourite feet. and if i sweat salt and the earth sweats heat...oh...
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