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creature leapt and grabbed the throat of the hand that fed it - then
the stars, what's new, any specials? The radio said there were, but
make your way down there, make your way down there son, you'll find
they're all sold out, all gone to the rich old lady on a pension, blue
knit hat, they agreed that she was the best parishioner. Don't smoke
they forewarned, the dust and grey will clog and stuck, mucus doesn't
leave - you'll never get out of it alive. When you heave my sweet, when
it scrapes and scars your inside then it will be, then you will remember
that all is one day forgotten - blackboards wiped spotless, Robin Hood,
dusters cleaned on the concrete with the air choking spluttering wishing
for the heart to forgive - simple in theory, practically impossible
mercy dies as soon as you glance away keep CONCENTRATING man, smile
to love, it should be breathing but nature - will never be. William
Tell could've lost a son, how do you feel? Fiction, fantasy - emotions
nothing like, like smiling, dying, fading it's gone Mommy where's it
gone? And she smiles, kisses his forehead because it's okay even when
it's not and that's why my dog's head slides under my arm, his eyes
get darker and his eyebrows a whiter shade of pale than you could ever
imagine Maestro, you with your limitless imagination and thoughts and
dreams. That's when the whistle blows, the train stops but give it a
hundred metres leeway buddy, you never know
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