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Three days was the morning. |
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My focus three days old. |
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My head, it landed |
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To the sounds of cricket bows... |
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I am proud man anyway... |
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Covered now by three days... |
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Three ways was the morning. |
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Three lovers, in three ways. |
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We knew when she landed, |
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Three days she'd stay. |
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I am a proud man anyway... |
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Covered now by three days... |
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We saw shadows of the morning light |
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the shadows of the evening sun |
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till the shadows and the light were one. |
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Shadows of the morning light |
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the shadows of the evening sun |
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till the shadows and the light were one... |
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True hunting is over. |
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No herds to follow. |
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Without game, men prey on each other. |
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The family weakens by the bite we swallow... |
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True leaders gone, |
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Of land and people. |
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We choose no kin but adopted strangers. |
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The family weakens by the length we travel... |
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All of us with wings... |
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All of us with wings... |
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All of us with wings! |
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All of us with wings! |
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All of us with wings! |
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All of us with wings! |
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Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys. |
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Loves his Marys. |
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Bits of puzzle, |
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Fitting each other. |
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All now with wings! |
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Oh my Marys! |
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Never wonder... |
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Night is shelter |
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For nudity's shiver... |
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All now with wings... |
![Three Days [Demo]](/storage/20/199373.jpg "Three Days [Demo]")