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lapsed in action
the werewolf and the bobcat
stepped on my throne
they don't break no branches
the little heart it does groan
challenges of this whisper might give
some idea as to what I've been thrown
nor never knew every loan on my mind
the maiden's been crying
and always been blind
like my grapefruit in the morning
with the blinds all pulled
and my trigger on the rifle
and the manifold
can't feel no crack in my cranium
so I been told
give me your left hand so I can give
you my heart to the sieve
so what is the purpose
my face put on but the window has grown