.I love to ruin my tent, I love the romances.
From the bag of angels a sawn-off broken wing,
they're drinking whiskey, they're getting high,
they cast the shadows and the passing of the summer sky.
The King is dead, the well is dry. Ow!
She's shooting broken arrows, she's shooting croo.
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