now is the end of the gentile
pluck aeolian harp my child beyond the lust of this moment
thin as a pine slat it does no good to call you mine you're a big brown bull button up and button down
now grim pilgrim he come around
drivin like there aint no god at all
as he did he will roll he digs his hole do you see the day far on brothers it is a line there is no buffalo outside rifle child it is more than hunger
that betrays my heart.
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