The Less Than Rich, Or Famous
Taking a bit in his season to spin about their coast this coast
Around her globe the same old song as dance, headlines; wrenching
Stomachs wretched poisons turning your ever present of prevailings truths
Kept be a bitter bottle her babylon; forever and a day it seems this purity oils lamp
Subjugated unto darkened spools his spawned weaving children; fallon's prince their air.
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