.And now I find the man is dead, devoid before I arrive
Tell me why his dried up heart is flaking on my pillow
A working soul is hardly there. It left its bones on the railroad
The feeling man was bound, by fate, to be an inmate
I lost a leg in this dress. We lost a damsel i.
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