.A reporter in a jailroom, whispering her source to a dying bulb
While the prince is in a fable, peaceful in his cradle, convinced of the impossible:
All those wicked words I used to build my wild Western truth!
I was just following the rules. Yeah, I did what I had to do.
So now it'.
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