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Fit in for the show. White like snow, Dark like shadow. Entertainment of the shallow. Holding the rose, The one who host. Dance with flow, Dandelion with the wind blow. Those who follow, Let's get down below. View from the window, A homeless scarecrow. Time the running horse, As we busy in high and low. Flesh is hollow. The one you know, Recognise them in a row? Near the weeping willow. The one with black coat, Here he comes with a boat. The boat he row, With the river flow. Here we go down below, Who would welcome. Those souls in sorrow? Down to the coast, How much does it cost? When the passage seal Time for the mask peel.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
Shallow Theatre
Fit in for the show. White like snow, Dark like shadow. Entertainment of the shallow. Holding the rose, The one who host. Dance with flow, Dandelion with the wind blow. Those who follow, Let's get down below. View from the window, A homeless scarecrow. Time the running horse, As we busy in high and low. Flesh is hollow. The one you know, Recognise them in a row? Near the weeping willow. The one with black coat, Here he comes with a boat. The boat he row, With the river flow. Here we go down below, Who would welcome. Those souls in sorrow? Down to the coast, How much does it cost? When the passage seal Time for the mask peel.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
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