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Nov 2017
Johnny, Johnny
He wants money
Never cared much
Just art and such
He's dreaming a red star
Is Hopeful of his bar
And then he died
The whole world lied
Said he was a saint
But I know he ain't
Johnny, Johnny
Hurray, hurray
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Oculi  23/F
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