.Several were shot to hell, brought through the back door, they sat down and
Plucked out their eyes.
Shut up and bring me the head of the Spaniard on acid who stole every
Filling of gold that they dropped in my teeth,
Notice how much she keeps tabs on the past-
Six miles, we.
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