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MURDERED FEW Through these eyes I done seen it all and balled with the best of them The rest of them...... Seen them all fall, 'they spoke death to them" (respect for him)
Our sight is skewed. You look through a lense yet it is not your own; they placed a focal upon your face. Constantly neglecting to notice your nose, though its incapable of escaping your vision.