I dreamed last night that I was writing a story for
ashlyme. All I can remember is a garden and sunlight on a web of raindrops. Some bricks. A painted door. And something dead, but I don't think that's unusual for either of our stories or dreams.
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- 1: Don't look round, but I think we're taking off
- 2: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 3: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 4: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 5: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 6: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
- 7: Pa vez o pellaat da vag, ha ma c'hoantaez c'hoazh?
- 8: I spoke of crimes and of my friends in the same breath
- 9: You've got to live the life you're fighting for
- 10: Neuial a ran dre ar ruzenn
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- Style: Classic for Refried Tablet by and
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