| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Lord Almighty I feel my temperature rising Higher and higher must be a hundred and nine it is hard to breath and my chest is a heaving But I feel good now but I feel fine yeah Your kisses lift me higher Like the sweet sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky Burning love Ooh ooh I feel my temperature rising Girl girl girl girl girl it is a hundred and nine it is hard to breath and my chest is a
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