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Gilded reflections come from your perstine grade Toss that glass of red wine it's not up to your glamor Scarlet spills and runs in an arterial fashon In those twists and turns we'll find a beating heart
I saw ribs, I saw bones, I ad-libbed, My lungs filled I with stones. I saw her eyes; Green like the sea, Looking up at cloudless skies; Bel esprit. Who; Can I be?
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