LOVE TRYSTE OF THE WHEELER
Oh pity me for that loath compassionate streak
The other cold infamous heritage of my blood
Does far better if respectable poor women remain despised
We tried her, we burnt her
In hell the Titans go about their business
Montaigne taught me that the most violent thing I can do is grow my flowers
I was drawing some heat so I joined up with the Jacks
As I sit in my house which is a tank
I beseech you to keep an open mind
We're travelling at three hundred thousand miles an hour
We'll reach the new day more or less first.
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