.I am a PRODUCT of the 20th century.
I is the Mafia,
the swing that's in your gate,
the dirty washing hanging on your line.
Like a pretty flower, never feed me at all.
Like a pretty flower never feed me...
I is life.
I is death,
with her four winds blowing
Will I see you ag.
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