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By first snow by first snow my Doe ought to have a ring Lord, I, I've been saving but Hope is on a rope, Hope's on a frayed rope and I can count her ribs from our kitchenette window I'm scared and unprepared she's starting to show I know my Doe's a little bit psycho but she look alright with the lights low and my Doe wear her head inside out but my Doe know that I don't mind though when we found Hope when we brought home Hope last of the litter down the way cloudy eyes cataract grey we never said but both knew adopting her meant more than any ceremony your mama's waiting for I'm scared and unprepared she's starting to show I know ... my Doe, my dear, my female she sell retail by the CVS pharmacy store From Letras Mania