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It takes a minute to photograph |
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Pays her money, well spoken class lost son |
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Cleverly thieves the fun |
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Cleverly leaves the sun |
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Girl with black guns, lion's odours |
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He sees faces in the skies |
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Girl with black guns, lion's odours |
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He sees faces in disguises |
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He lays an infinite holograph |
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Days are sunny, swell-open grass lost sun |
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Heavenly bleeds the sun |
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Heavy the beads of sun |
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Girl with black guns, lion's odours |
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He sees faces in the skies |
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Girl with black guns, lion's odours |
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He sees faces in disguises |
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Please leave me soulful sunshine |
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The million bright ambassadors of morning |
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The million bright ambassadors are dawning |
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(May mourn lasso, the same in my dream) |
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(She left the air in my dreams) |
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As she waves |
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Imitate |
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Better days |
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As she's watching the watcher |
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Slowly sighs |
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Be aware |
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Leather eyes |
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Slowly questions the piper |
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As she waves, imitate better days high |
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Slowly sighs, be aware, leather eyes fly! |
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As she waves, imitate better days high |
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Slowly sighs, be aware, leather eyes fly! |
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Underneath |
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Ripening |
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Wandering |
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Under nervously thunder |
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Marigolds |
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Slow and sweet |
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On retreat |
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Marry me, I see trembles |
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Underneath ripening, wandering sky |
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Marigolds, slow and sweet, on retreat, why? |
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Underneath ripening, wandering sky |
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Marigolds, slow and sweet, on retreat, why? |
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The million bright ambassadors of morning |
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The million bright ambassadors are dawning |
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(May mourn lasso, the same in my dream) |
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(She left the air in my dreams) |
