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Laurana gold-moon
now fall is here
and with the leaves
I feel no fear.
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and he sits besides me,
and we talk all night,
and he always listens,
'cause he's my speacial knight.
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you can only see them,
with your heart, not your sight.
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I'm smoking
some hash in
Amsterdam,
alone in a
cheap coffee
shop. looking
back at my life
and find...
a spongy,
oozing pile of
black stuff
with a fat fat
women on top. |
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