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Blue streaked shellfish sinking low draws green of life |
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From where I stand her thoughts are blind, ever remains unseen |
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From where I stand her thoughts are blind, ever remains unseen |
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Cows of red, hills of red stained by a blood shot eye |
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She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky |
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She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky |
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Cows of red, hills of red stained by a blood shot eye |
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She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky |
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She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky |
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Tinfoil puddles, reflections of us steamed up the coming of dusk |
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Complaints to the gas board, turn out the light |