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By Stephen Date: 2001 Jul 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.09.04.23.2552]] |
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sigh for saddled praise caught laying on my back bye cry fickle phase dawn brittle ghandi fact loosing you enlist this troupe your hopes lost wars sting (across) don't fret my sweet pet I'm in this till the end quite a little ending... two days lost my day gain three girl's cost why do they complain so I say just out to get a lay forget this present time it's nothing come fortnight's (day) don't fret my sweet pet I'm in this till the end quite a little ending... in verity inconsistently line em up and sort em down refuse to agree but shy to a friend too late, I'm on lend this swan on grace my heart to offend and nothing you could do will forgive your sin just give up all you're gain and add it to the bin yea add it to the bin... my starvation true my suffering cued but maybe one more time out in powdered fields you, countless graveyards mood give up the attitude so my chained days aside soar from my eyes again just don't stop at the door again don't fret my sweet pet I'm in this till the end quite a little ending... |