Holding on, with both eyes, to things that don't exist Peering through the cutting wrist, at grand old mother greedy Rolling out the cotton ship, upon the carpet pillow Throttling children callously, a messy day with clancy
Gideon lied and gideon died The force of china felt Gideon smiled as gideon died The thought of china held.
Rolling out the golden robes and other foreign language Stretching out the verbs and nouns together in the greeting Some that felt the blade often, some deep confused emotion Struck eye first against the wall of china under fire.
Gideon lied and gideon died The force of china felt Gideon smiled as gideon died The thought of china held.
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