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I. The shipbuilder's daughter
He was filthy rich, so she became his filthy w***e
She hated how he made her feel, just like a piece of meat
L..
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White in all the right places,Sitting across the room,Brightening all the dark spaces,Replacing the cracks of gloom.I am always becoming,I show my fac..
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The art, the gameThe prisoner's shameThe dream, the lieThe day she diedThe wish, the prayerThe love of fearThe tree, the hillThe crazy chillsSunlight ..
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My eyes were openedSince i can't rememberEvery new day's story to tellMost I've entirely forgottenBut some are still with meThoughts repeating until t..
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