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By FMB Date: 2004 Jan 05 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.05.14.43.20781]] |
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THE LIES WE TELL,THE WEBS WE SPIN LEAVE US WITH HELL,FROM WITHIN TO THINE OWNSELF,BE TRUE FOR WHICH IT IS SAID INSTEAD OF THOSE LUST LINES,COMING FROM ONE'S BED THE TWISTED LINES OF LITTLE WHITE LIES MAKES IT HARD TO SEE WHICH WAY THEY FLY NORTH,SOUTH,EAST OR WEST I GUESS YOU KNOW WHICH WAY IS BEST SAIL TO YOUR RED SUN THAT LIGHTS YOUR EYES PASSION IS THERE, YOU ARE NOT SURPRISED IT IS WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR DESIRES YOUR HOPES,YOUR DREAMS,YOUR ETERNAL FIRES GUIDE YOUR SAIL AS YOU PLAY AWAY YOUR CHARTERED COURSE WILL SHOW A NEW DAY RED WINE,CHEESE,AND FRUIT GALORE I GUESS YOU REALLY ARE A MALE WHORE. |