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I used to pray for water, Now I thirst for the wine My father foraged in the mud— The grapes don't fall from the vine I want it all. Everything's that's owed to me. What goes around, Comes around At least that's how it's supposed to be.
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Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
Greed
I used to pray for water, Now I thirst for the wine My father foraged in the mud— The grapes don't fall from the vine I want it all. Everything's that's owed to me. What goes around, Comes around At least that's how it's supposed to be.
Henley
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Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
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