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Straighten the oars in the noise.
Let's float glamorous into
T'was that grace that taught my heart to fear. and
Gaze upon what I've left behind
A crooked stranger with a
We separate him,
together with his accomplices and abettors, from
Repair the scrape for else it will wear away When
My sable slipped down my face
Your husbands hands were
This is over the top,
high-rise exploitation.
Big-top canut entertainment.
I'd make the call but what would it get me?
The wind is winning my life in the games which
Clad in black and late for the wake
With the
A bedside bottle of dark
A vague cape of decision
A vane is suave and as long as you're deep
Uproots and move to another side of town
Pack all your
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