weird, is the word...my word.
Her hands purely stone Tampered with ...
Life’s web is spun Yet once again Going different ways ...
The only one Who sees right through The fake grin ...
When I was a child Money Was amusing paper ...
Walking down Tottenham court road drinking a pint of cold milk eating fresh wild strawberries skipping merrily ...
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