and it will probably just
fall off again anyway
		less
Time is always getting the 
better of us.  It takes us
by the wrists, flings us around,
we never stop spinning in
circles, "dizzy like a blonde".
	     shift  less
	    (shit faced)

We all           have gone astray
Baa! Baa! Black
Sheep have you any
Wool? Yes sir.  Yes sir.
Three
    	Bags
		Full
	May be
Joy

  Do not stare at me because
	I am Dark.

it’s true, we are all broken.

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