favor
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The girl with the corn flower hair called to me on the summer wind
And begged me for a favor
Tell no one where I have been this eve and whom these hands have held
And in return I promise you a reward most vied to savor.
10+11 are the days I should stay home
Your mother called. She asked me what you want for dinner, chicken or spaghetti?
How can I be special at home?
