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There's no rainbow being Critical

The wind blows the ashes Sitting in the apparent Sunshine I thought I was also getting the moonshine but I hadn't the last laugh being critical about my sister trying to gain my fathers favour even criticising her for Pink Floyd The Wall the craziness of it all, I instinctively knew it had to end Lets be friends with our own wooden chapel of love There's no rainbow being Critical

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