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I Tread Shifting Grounds
Tripping On Posies
Falling Into Graves
If There Be Music
It's Cacophony
Harmonious Screams
If There Be Joy
It Must Be Madness
My Laugh Is Tainted
If There Be Passion
It's A Sick Fever
My Face Is Burning
If There Be Freedom
It's An Illusion
Routine Is My Lord
If There Be A Hope
Then He Sleeps With Me
And Leaves By Morning
(and there is music
it's a symphony
of delightful themes)
Tripping On Posies
Falling Into Graves
If There Be Music
It's Cacophony
Harmonious Screams
If There Be Joy
It Must Be Madness
My Laugh Is Tainted
If There Be Passion
It's A Sick Fever
My Face Is Burning
If There Be Freedom
It's An Illusion
Routine Is My Lord
If There Be A Hope
Then He Sleeps With Me
And Leaves By Morning
(and there is music
it's a symphony
of delightful themes)
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