Трек · 1987
Magical Lasso
17 лайков
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Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole served as the nose that never grew
You must be always on your guard, or he will catch you with his magical lasso
Those who speak of what they know find that, too late, that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue
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