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it's us i liken to a covey |
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a polar bear has breached a |
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pup |
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the palace walls are |
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strewn with tapestries |
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and the window panes are |
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splintered and shattered |
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with a crumbled dog |
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on every landing |
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and every stranger cowers |
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the dress is torn, |
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the tone demanding |
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the canine's latent strength |
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and would her loins |
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would yield a yelp |
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a beating purr to steal the |
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time with |
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here's where we walk, |
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hand in hand |
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o how i despise it |
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o how i enjoy the light |
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of the first morning forever |
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wisdom, wealth tag |
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on like afterbirth |
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i will love you forever |
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and if i don't |
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and if i do |
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the difference exists in a |
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fiction |
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the day has cooled, |
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the time will too |
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and we will call upon the light |
