もずの独り言・はてな版ごった煮

半蔵&もず、ごった煮の独り言です。

直球・根菜としょうゆ糀チキン


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恵里子♪♪♪♪♪
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恵里子♪♪♪♪♪
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恵里子♪♪♪♪♪
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❝And I am listening To every word you say❞
ねーらーいーうーちー♪♪♪♪♪

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しょうゆ糀が根菜もチキンもウマくしてくれます♪



Dear ERIKO

I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon (with ) time
To carry on (and) try for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men save

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you

I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery and days
Instead of me I only know what to discuss
Oh for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you

It's not me you see
Pieces of Valentine and just
A song of mine to keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you

I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men child

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
No he'll never, never fight over you



Hugs and kisses