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Smile
The man with a smile
Stood across a dead pile
Wallowing in crimson
still his eyes lay a prison
A gloomy gaze upon himself
stood In wallowing pain, as cry for help
As he stands in the cold...
Stood across a dead pile
Wallowing in crimson
still his eyes lay a prison
A gloomy gaze upon himself
stood In wallowing pain, as cry for help
As he stands in the cold...
