over ever seen and sever, meets the
maker hopes to make her, make him
glee, never had a killing spree, don't
look here; look away, look for safety
look for fame.
you should wear them, wear me out,
crack the mirror and pull a pout.
Dream in your talk and sleep in
your sing, you shouldn't sweat
about a thing.
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
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