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here we are,
naked as tragedy,
and there I was,
holding white lilies that die eventually
but the resurrection of lonely hours of metropolitan vacancy,
drain the skin and the beads of sweat that hang like diamonds,
and it sings like this,
and in a few moments you may know more about me than most.
V
naked as tragedy,
and there I was,
holding white lilies that die eventually
but the resurrection of lonely hours of metropolitan vacancy,
drain the skin and the beads of sweat that hang like diamonds,
and it sings like this,
and in a few moments you may know more about me than most.
V
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