Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Glad. Swingin 'Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass und Knochen. Froh.
...so sweet and smug that I lose my supper some mumble psalms of solace and virtue hang by their palms and choke on the cud they chew I'm glad we met So
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