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While the organ and chimes of glass overlay birds pecked up the 'my ol friend Miriam Webster'
The mothballs and pasghetti was too mothful for her to bear
Fell asleep in a stranger's lap in a highway sign who-knows-where
Don't be shy, my lovely little bathtub of butter
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Gargoyles don't just really matter
Mind or the gutter,
Shall we please the king or the priest
Well, airy ghosts of Victorian lace and candle eerie stairwell creaks lurk in the daytime mist
Cut the internet connection that's savouring your old blue gameboy
