There's a painting in the lobby.
A man has his hands around the
Mouth of a girl.
And I really wonder
Why?
I want to find the story
Kidnap?
Murder?
Did she tell a secret
He didn't want her to tell?
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Find A Story To Fit
There's a painting in the lobby.
A man has his hands around the
Mouth of a girl.
And I really wonder
Why?
I want to find the story
Kidnap?
Murder?
Did she tell a secret
He didn't want her to tell?
