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On that shoal I found a little Bowl

I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl

Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! â€

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins

And its motherlessness bows, and flies, away, with the cranes

I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain

And I'll never see them with you again.

I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain

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I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain

And I'll never see them with you again.

I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain

Out of this nonsensical act, just nothing was to gain

Darling there's a place for us, can we go before I turn to dust

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I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain

And I'll never see them with you again.

I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain

Out of this nonsensical act, just nothing was to gain

Darling there's a place for us, can we go before I turn to dust

Sadly, you're the only one, the only one who deserves trust

The rest, buried under the snow and the night-time, their bones brittle as rust

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Darling there's a place for us, can we go before I turn to dust

Sadly, you're the only one, the only one who deserves trust

The rest, buried under the snow and the night-time, their bones brittle as rust

As long as you are by my side, I don't care if life's not just

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Darling there's a place for us, can we go before I turn to dust

Sadly, you're the only one, the only one who deserves trust

The rest, buried under the snow and the night-time, their bones brittle as rust

As long as you are by my side, I don't care if life's not just

In a heart full of dust, lives a creature called lust

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Darling there's a place for us, can we go before I turn to dust

Sadly, you're the only one, the only one who deserves trust

The rest, buried under the snow and the night-time, their bones brittle as rust

As long as you are by my side, I don't care if life's not just

In a heart full of dust, lives a creature called lust

Let me let it go, though I know it's a pointless endeavour

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Darling there's a place for us, can we go before I turn to dust

Sadly, you're the only one, the only one who deserves trust

The rest, buried under the snow and the night-time, their bones brittle as rust

As long as you are by my side, I don't care if life's not just

In a heart full of dust, lives a creature called lust

Let me let it go, though I know it's a pointless endeavour

Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever

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Let me let it go, though I know it's a pointless endeavour

Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever

The only thing left for me, was a tiny white feather

And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better

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And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better

Do you also know that my family had an Irish setter?

Wait,Wait,Wait, Deliver the letter

I don't think that the letter does matter, but if it DOES matter I'll jump around my room like the Mad Hatter

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I don't think that the letter does matter, but if it DOES matter I'll jump around my room like the Mad Hatter

but that would be an ecumenical matter

Nonetheless, the ulcer called religion will grow fatter and fatter

 

I hope the letter can be delivered by the end of the month.

And you surely hope it's filled with “Hanf” :P

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I don't think that the letter does matter, but if it DOES matter I'll jump around my room like the Mad Hatter

but that would be an ecumenical matter

Nonetheless, the ulcer called religion will grow fatter and fatter

If it were a choice between voice or mere idle chatter, then golly it would be folly to settle for the latter

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I don't think that the letter does matter, but if it DOES matter I'll jump around my room like the Mad Hatter

but that would be an ecumenical matter

Nonetheless, the ulcer called religion will grow fatter and fatter

If it were a choice between voice or mere idle chatter, then golly it would be folly to settle for the latter

So, in baseball, there's a pitcher and a batter (No wait! I fear that's just natter!)

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That the meteorite is a source of the light And the meteor's just what we see

If you see light, don't walk to it! Just flee

And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

All that meteor talk doesn't make sense, S.C.G

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