| Three days was the morning.
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| My focus three days old.
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| My head, it landed to the sounds of cricket bows…
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| I am proud man anyway…
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| Covered now by three days…
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| Three ways was the morning.
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| Three lovers, in three ways.
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| We knew when she landed, three days she’d stay.
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| I am a proud man anyway…
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| Covered now by three days…
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| We saw shadows of the morning light
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| The shadows of the evening sun
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| Till the shadows and the light were one.
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| Shadows of the morning light
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| The shadows of the evening sun
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| Till the shadows and the light were one…
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| True hunting is over.
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| No herds to follow.
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| Without game, men prey on each other.
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| The family weakens by the bite we swallow…
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| True leaders gone, of land and people.
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| We choose no kin but adopted strangers.
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| The family weakens by the length we travel…
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| All of us with wings…
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| All of us with wings…
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| All of us with wings!
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| All of us with wings!
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| All of us with wings!
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| All of us with wings!
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| Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys.
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| Loves his Marys.
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| Bits of puzzle, hitting each other.
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| All now with wings!
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| 'Oh my Marys! |
| Never wonder… Night is shelter for nudity’s shiver…'
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| All now with wings. |