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Big breasted girl

Slung low and fine

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Bright red the slashing blade of blood


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And I a the country side go home

No more I'll play these streets a hell

No more my love so paralyzed

No more this pretense of ignorance

As the race is torn in two

:::;;;:::

Sweet is wholesome holiness

We send the mountain good vibrations

And gentle maiden hood smiles

And tomorrow surely

Shall keep a comin day by day


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