I will go to market at day
For bread and rice
For fruit for peas
I will push basket
Paint my lips red
Wear my skirt long
I will sing songs
From long time yester
I will skip down isles
I will pretty through candy
I will pink and soft along the yogurt and milk
I will make event
Of going to market
By myself
Because that's what we did
Together
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