2 March 2013
Go go away! I'm told; I'm so told that I feel ever so dreadfully old, So on the go I now shall show, That the snow and cold Ate the bearing of my true soul;
Look at me Here I go On the train To a place of lore
You told me to go, Honey I won't argue Grabbing my virtue I'm running And searching, For that place you have ordered me to, GO!!
Go! • Opuss № I