24.My Fare Share
Lost lost as a child's first thought
I must have arms to hold me Lost without
loving care I must have my fair share
Fair fair is a changing word But fair is
an honoured pronise Jrstice if you're
still there I will have my fair share
Jrstice is a lady They may not be Justice
In a long white gown With a breath of love
we can share Share sleep with me if you
dare Celebrate my fair share
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