How does one go about their day
Through throngs of nameless faces
That fill their head with
Thoughts of downfall and
Whispers of undoing?
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Gin in Teacups
Random"Oh down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlor...
