Music
Every night.
And every morning
Come to misery our porn
Every morning
And every night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
It's so strange that you don't remember any of your poetry
I don't know anything about poetry
Oh, you're so honest
Oh, you're so honest
You have tobacco?
We sure don't
Perhaps I could interest you in some beads
Or possibly a blanket
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