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This head on a spike Well it's turning blue Talking 'bout why I'd like The splendor of his view "From up on high" he says to me "All thing under the sky are mine to see" And long and hard I sat and thought of things for me my body got and then I stood with my decree and hoped he'd make good company
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May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 4:46 PM UTC
Headless ***** Tonk
This head on a spike Well it's turning blue Talking 'bout why I'd like The splendor of his view "From up on high" he says to me "All thing under the sky are mine to see" And long and hard I sat and thought of things for me my body got and then I stood with my decree and hoped he'd make good company
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May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 4:46 PM UTC
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