And that's just what she'll do
There was nothing we could
The Mead abets the Maw
And writes its sentence out
There was nothing I could
Fingers fault the loom
Dancers to the blade
There was nothing they could do
A briquette diaphragm
Drawn taught against the breeze
The was nothing you could do
A Pyre's meant for burning And that's just what she'll do There was nothing we could The Mead abets the Maw And writes its sentence out There was nothing I could Fingers fault the loom Dancers to the blade There was nothing they could do A briquette diaphragm Drawn taught against the breeze The was nothing you could do Explain Request ×
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