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I left my love for Tico In a small world Sisters...
Grey ghost In rags you dress Appropriate on occasion Numbered days...
Matters; it was money matters Far from madness, yes? Centipede orchards...
Your fingers in my hair Your hand on my cheek Your...
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The days roll past like a red rubber Ball And the...
A wounded solider watches over Four graveless headstones Generations of family...
Now I lay my head to rest My weary bones put...
I have known you from afar Often I have seen your...