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As the hail makes love to the streets I query its vendetta with I What had I done to be defamed By such unforeseen chagrin The sound ‘tis the ****** of the horizon Echoes that of a violinist scarred by ****** mortification The harmony plays in quite a lovely manner Could hook one quickly if not careful Appeased I sit in a wooden, black chair And saturate in fine rock refrains A pacifying compensation if I may say A scripted version of hell
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
The Violinist’s Vendetta
As the hail makes love to the streets I query its vendetta with I What had I done to be defamed By such unforeseen chagrin The sound ‘tis the ****** of the horizon Echoes that of a violinist scarred by ****** mortification The harmony plays in quite a lovely manner Could hook one quickly if not careful Appeased I sit in a wooden, black chair And saturate in fine rock refrains A pacifying compensation if I may say A scripted version of hell
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
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