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Was he badly mistaken or guided |
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As he wondered his valley built in silence |
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He'd cover his face to speak as he chewed off his finger, to the bone |
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The haze of his coloured days |
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That march of content as his dignity splits to unveil |
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His bitter sweetness |
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The town would shudder and stare |
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At his presence with a single glare |
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As he makes his way through |
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The local square |
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And he says to them |
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'Your a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance' |
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'Your a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance' |
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Annoyance |
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Hang the cyst |
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Hang the cyst |
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Hang the cyst |
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The first time in pace or in math |
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Was at the sight of his wilting noose |
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And the chance will soon reduce to an angry silence |
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He escaped in the shock of the snap |
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His wonderful vanishing act |
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Was a spectacle but not what anyone expected |
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The route was planned as much as the broachpin dagger |
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The route was planned as much as the broachpin dagger |
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Catch the cyst |
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Catch the cyst |
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Catch the cyst |
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Catch the cyst |
