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Answer my own question swallow my own lie lay here and die Get up to pie and toast and coffee Heave a great sigh settle around death's discomfort Riddle me why we husband these lies paint 'em so high they are nigh to the wind on scuppers of rye all out we cry lay here don't cry
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Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
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Answer my own question swallow my own lie lay here and die Get up to pie and toast and coffee Heave a great sigh settle around death's discomfort Riddle me why we husband these lies paint 'em so high they are nigh to the wind on scuppers of rye all out we cry lay here don't cry
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Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
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