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The train has passed We're glad she's gone She never did much good Monarchs, satyrs-butterflies could **** But, she could not Crapping through a tubed-up bag Ain't no way to live Too much weight to bury Now they burn them all the dead
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
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The train has passed We're glad she's gone She never did much good Monarchs, satyrs-butterflies could **** But, she could not Crapping through a tubed-up bag Ain't no way to live Too much weight to bury Now they burn them all the dead
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
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