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The Fantastic Four By Cierra Brinkman
We always moved Always here or there Never there to long We always moved
We seemed to only sit and eat But even then we moved Our lips and limps We moved We sat in the car But never still We sang out loud And moved around We were ourselves
We walked and talked Or ran away We were together Along the way We always seemed to move |