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" the brisk of the silent winter"
a lover
scourned
from bitter
and with
silent whispering
hurt from
the cold
of the city
shivering n crying
thru nite
and morning glories
and a needle
wil go thru
record grooves...
scourned
from bitter
and with
silent whispering
hurt from
the cold
of the city
shivering n crying
thru nite
and morning glories
and a needle
wil go thru
record grooves...
