here is such a miserable view, the background is dirt
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darkness, 33 killed lanterns,
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the skeletons of the few, those who speak in the wind
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they whispered that they saw how diving into puddles of mud, in the morning an angel ran here,
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right along this road, along the curbs, where the skins of the poppy rub,
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around midnight
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on the bench, complaining about the rain, they saw his scourges, muddying the injection.
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running from block to block, running...
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ran to help in a demonic god-damned house.
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the demon secretly, there, in this windowless abode,
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the lawless muddy created, climbed into the fire.
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lane forward, leaving here circles in the puddles
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other bitten people thought glitches besides.
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lane forward, bypassing the city dead dens,
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the comrades, those grated catons, looked after them.
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the intrigue of the world floated by,
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but it took time to burn and that papyra, a crooked penny "bagbira"
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the heel rushed past so quickly, but "ha" lousy sorry.
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yes, and try to prove it to you now.
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who is the angel? |
BUT? |
How did they think so and did he
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is he, isn't he, a glitch background?
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and is there any point in guessing?
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you know, yes, on the side of all of us, whether water is now swaying from God's stupas here,
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and there were shining eyes
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fingers rustled under the dress meekly and quietly touching the thighs of the innocent.
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turn back,
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but the prohibition captivated me and the maiden parted her legs to the side, repenting.
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prepare the gallows of morality
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this lady is closer with zeros a lot of numbers to her face.
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paper minuscule was exchanged for a future court
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there is strength in the bank, but we all fucked up on something else.
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a beggar bit in the appendage of the action ladies of progress
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swallowed the shame of the covenants matured briskly.
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let them say shmara, let them say there not out of love.
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these words will not cross the singers of the bars.
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tell us how we can help everyone here?
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Muslims will tell us no more daughter.
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the forbidden world is as sticky as a jump
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Mrs. all you can explore the world of vicious paths is not averse
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and throwing your head back
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squeezed her back in the muscles, and the demon was glad
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bit the girl's neck, bit the girl's nipples.
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hellish mosquito with her wine before drinking.
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the crafty gentleman captured the same -
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ruby beads. |
gold embroidered scarves,
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you know, just desired alien fruit
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like the demon of a virgin moan, the music of cherished notes.
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it's dark here - you can break your eyes.
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the angel rushed forward, then ran back.
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and where the devil's heel took the girl
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no one here is able to say
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and the demon was able to agree
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exchanged for what? |
I'm ready to drown
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in one of the holes of these small families
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contrary to everything. |
come on dear, be brave
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and you could already hear running up the stairs,
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the angel fled. |
This heavenly messenger hastened.
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and time ticked by.
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so his heart beat, her heart, jumped, contracted
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what a terrible rubicon.
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the lady froze, spreading her legs in a house without icons.
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the angel broke in in a hurry,
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but it was too late, laughter and this blood on the sheets.
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throw in her bag without looking, green crumpled 2 sheets.
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and tell me, uncle, why did my soul become empty? |