| Lily: | Fairly common metaphors here. |
| Ron: | Yeah. The only thing interesting is the spelling. |
| Linda: | I dunno. Seems like mur thun one spell is at werk. |
| Ron: | Whad'ya say? |
| Linda: | I said yer under a spell. Until real awakening cums, yah's bewitched on money levels. |
| Ron: | Oh - I thought it twas sum ding important . . . |
Tidal ChartsGroowing olde is witching wrinkles marche acruss yer farrehead und feeling bags ander yer eyes It's a naughti sing how m ach younger udders looke an' realizin' our mist preciouse commoditie is time. Groowing olde is shivering an Novembere mournings or swelte ring w hen it's colde outside It's a knawing the hunds of cloocks mooff relentlesly as all of us grind screech', tick' towards an appaintment at twelve o'cluck haigh |
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