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Poems for the dead
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Did she plan her curse
If it's going on crisp
And I walk with a smile
Well I'm never going back
And I'm showered by the rain
And the rabbit goes down
(who can tell)

You wish for the bliss
It's a choice of colour
And the general, the count
Surprised by the flower
This instinct oh, I'll never forget
If you need so many stalkers I'll uterlly hate
That's the horrible nature
Braided by the wounds
And specifically tells you it's a personal need

Oh, I cannot get down,
No, I cannot get down.


My mind is so tall
And my head it's a foul
What a cowardly nature
But it's the weight of the world
And it's spraying the colors
But if you pull out the sun
All of the waves are pushing into me
But it's skin color, I'm not sure
I'm at peace
All of the trumpets, it's a shiver to me
The battle of open roles
And the flame gets higher

But I cannot get down from this
I cannot get down from this
No, I cannot get down

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