Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Poor Me. Swingende 'Uiter. Dooie blomme, bottels, Bluegrass, en bene. Swak Me.
...brightly in tribute to myself No, I can't have pity on me So tell me another story And I'll accept gladly and thank you for the help Poor me, Poor me
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