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Light (Bowie 3) Awen crashes down you fuckers and my forehead drops into the soup of plenty Splashing, Preening, Primping endlessly O Man, how dare you kill your brother Just as he kills you O Woman, sweet perfection with a hint of danger, rueing Secretly the cold she brings to hem her gown all around town. Come to me and be my love You do remember, don't you? Daring everything we've been through, Everything you've suffered Don't you deserve some silence? Don't you deserve some loving? O And when the cattle call and pomp is done And children gather, wondering And you have done with pondering On whether you would like This love of mine I'll tell you no And let you go It's only time, and trine. - Mettā, 2016-01-10
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