Days Mistor
Corner male within a drug
consider stained those whothink
they haveknow for anger and days
misplaced like paper
But what can I say not take them
aside next to those who've miss lead
you lazy and in furious , do say stained glass of wine couldn't speak
Thanks for letting the ones that came
close why my day kept on going out
in town and wondered, who gust on
furious misconception sold
Thanks again come Satan despite
the freak behind the distanceed
trees as they said tits aby to rain
how stained glass furious gold
Plantard Dacull
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