Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Lampshade. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Paralume.
...thought is enough You're a weathered old prince and the state I'm in hopefully won't hurt our one night together that much Moon, shine, you're a lampshade
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