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1, 2, 3... 4 is me I know a spoon handler and his name is listen. He has a hold on treachery but gives to the scripture a piece of tranquility. Always carrying a plot an idea to make ways... New form, new grace! I know a dream peddler and his cause is forgiven. He has a grip of honesty but consults the fairy tales with myth and history. Always sliping in a scheme a redemption to take place... new form, new grace! I know a fortune dweller and his plea is dimension. He has a drop of gratuity but takes what he can for profit and personal gain. Always blending interpretation the drift of a bad taste... new form, new grace! I know a lost pretender and his fame is non relation. I have a clot of dissatisfaction but know what it’s worth as much as every word learned. ALways misplacing need a gift given by the line traced... new form, new grace! |
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