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Nailed to every leather
Seems almost always for a start
Those big eyes drawn me up
...Awake me from you
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Just need to say
I made my day
I may just pay.
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To get the head up
Thousand miles of rug on
your shoulders
With a pocket knife this head to
be cracked
And kings like those
will not return
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פריכיות אורז
זאת המצאה אחת
יותר מדי. |
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