Winning Everything
Placing all the stakes
Embracing my mistakes
Sweeps
Demanding all your time
No reason nor no rhyme
No shall not play the games
Sweeping through the nations veins
Running for the prize
Confounding all the wise
Sweetly sweeping all the sound
Clear a path around
And around
Sweeping up
After a good meal
My anxious mind will heal
I declare I am sweet on
My dear mare.
She sweetly stood right there.
With me on one knee.
And she swooped me off my feet. (And I swooped him off his feet.)
This ol' chimney's
Cleaned up neatly
Home sweet Home
Cannot be beat
Gather round it's time to eat.
We'll stand at the door and greet you.
But oh I contest!
This sweeping violence
In the streets. Oh sweet revenge.
YOU'RE SWEETLY SWEEPING MEN!
But we're taking our sweet time.
OUR HUNGRY SOULS TASTING SWEET
SWEEPS AND CELEBRATE THE FEAST OF
THE WEEKS WITH THE FIRST-FRUITS
OF HARVEST WHEATS AND BRAND NEW
BROOMS WE ARE COMPLETE IN HIM!!!
The sweet psalmist David
Is playing the harp
The harp for the Lord
Crowns are falling
Falling for you
The prize came through.

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