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Couth, Do I Ever Look Fury's In The Eye, Or Are We A Walking Dreams, Isn'ts?
Super or superior Sexy little me, with a unique smile Magic and powers of life, to keep a dread from death? Liberty for a quiet question from a star, are you the regret of shines? Spill it, silly, the world to earn a raging swallow of honor, has a clue Glue or oil, the future holds you in contempt The towers of your ideology, an eye for a shallow world, has another name to the sky blue Merit to collect misogyny, content to know your frozen soul, in the name of sin? Honey, can we ever become the next of kindness of another place, another time, another youth? Divine my song for eternity, hatred, a stronger sight comes with a simple tongue and a sneeze Love me a little more, the voice we seek is God, a huntsman of creation with a moment for couth Might, and even avidity to mystify, the tongue of the wish I seek is yours with my suicides lead? Days come, days gone And a fickle sense of silence, alive in my eyes only as long as we stir the raving shrewdness of us Dare me my fool, the birth of winds to come, is nothing but a dream of you and me, to survive our song Let me a perfect city of Gods truth, and a language of shadows become a brooking sense of dust's... Best smiles forward, and awakening with a real sunshine to remember a season of darkness Only death could ever steal a hunger from a babe, with no remark of heaven, but a tear Die you bloody hell of blessing a slyness, ulterior motive, is an element of understanding a kiss Many more like us, and without you to correct a paradise for anything but a worldly rage of my fear? Like that, and the fruit of history to come in a violent none, time has a new voice... Vivid, and for me, visiting a shade of wills, the tooth we seek is our swallow of sex, not snide Blow my mind sadism, the bullet I took is nothing but a slyer curse in the good nature of a house Save me, savior of desperations hands, mercy comes to those who blame the shame of a lie's flight...
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