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lily,
i am adventurere see
on some great clipper sea
but no pressed, no not me,
but to find courage and honesty!

i love robert louis
conrads style
i want to be..
gauguin..free,
in a mad spree..
a pearl in your teeth..
beauty...!

they see land
the tree..
rites of passage
and stars,
lily..
and god..
old by forty
and some forsaken past
and riddin stories..
to driven quite mad..

there s one about me..

or i tell this one anyway..

when i was chased by the hotel
manager by moon light and
gun point..

treat us like *****..
stay in that *******
fire hazard..
i held her back..
she threw stuff at him
***** got his gun..
it was fun..

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so we curled up
on a park bench
and watched the stars..

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she said
lily
it was filthy
and bunched a pillow
case
that slammed the distance
and surprised his face..
the other followed this..
he could not move as
he was too ******..
the sheet was a full sail
beauty that shot past..
and engulfed him
and stood a ghost..
i thought this might end
badly..so what seemed an eternity
followed while he fought his way
out and an expression to be..
golly..i thought,you should live
with her..
he ran off for his gun..

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he was only to show
room..
how did it go so
wrong..

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so he runs back in
what a nice day it
had been..

we had a royal
harbour do..
cognac like mothers milk..

shame to die..with his gun..
there involved some ****** struggle
i noted myself in the middle
i should stay in this hole..
we giggled..
ah mercy..

and the long and winding descent
backward we went
our hotel manager wants us dead
i wouldnt haunt this bet..
lily you witch!
i am innocent..
and out..
down and out..
and no room..

but the warm night
and the bright orbs
our real friends..

we cried down the stairs
to our muse
our true friends
be ours..and ***
else..down and i
our true alleigence..

he waved his gun at us
he showed us eternity
we went
rather live in any tent..
then wave that infernal pistol
at us..**** your tip buddy..
and we choreographed..
while she charged..
on our park bench
we laughed
down ..

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you were only to show
a room..
that is not so much

i guess you were a ghost
it was a memorable stay
we had a nice day

a cognac in every bar
sun,poor day to die
dead in some hovel..

because of some why
down some night most
lily
what say..

a long winded