Mine is a magdalene love said the boy to the
These living room walls
With fire painted
To feel as though you
They say it can't be saved once the curtain is
Remember when half asleep
You reach across the bed
Over me slowly
For
Don't fault the foreman
Just call the priest
Solace your worries:
This too
Too many weddings to live between
Too many weddings, I'm dizzy
Where were you
And it's sad how
All the grown men
Die a
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