Monday 12 November 2007 photo 4/4
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think I'll go home and mull this over Before I cram it down my throat At long last it's crashed, the colossal mass Has broken up into bits in my moat. Go meander in the cold Hail to your dark skin Hiding the fact you're dead again Hold your glass up, hold it in Never betray the way you've always known it is. It's a luscious mix of words and tricks That let us bet when you know we should fold
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