Sung so wrong
Without conviction
Because of the vixen
Pains me so
And how he would roll
What lies have been told
As your heart grows old
The truth you seek
Is written in bold
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Ghost words of the imaginings 
dare rune
haze smoggy daze
and obsucre knightz
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There’s a riddle in this
I’m sure leads to bliss
What else does it lead
To unknown depths of darkness
When one wakes
All alone
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it is just like the compliment from that french woman. she liked my hendecasyllable. oh ok. whopee.
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such a life. ha ha ha
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When one claims to only be of servant to the lollipop stick yet is well versed in poetic structures one must assume they are therefore a scholar of sorts. A well read viral mind.
Yes an enigma
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