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How is it stench arrived with you?
Is this your best intention?
How scattered all the blame chips fall.
In ranks, the kind dissention.
Swollen sorry’s bleed to long
There targets long forgotten
Overture to sad disgrace
Belief of soiled songs trodden
Her voices whisper quiet nuisance
Trying to beguile her
Setting her misfortune straight
Forlorn hope reminds her
Tattered scenes from childrens hearts
Lay bloodless scratched and ugly
The clouds that carry rainbow dust
Lay resting sad and lonely.
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