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Fool or Nothing
Wasn't I defiant once? Wasn't I fool enough?
Now my voice whistles quietly into the wind.
Well drive the pins back through my hands
and crown me once again. Just remember
that no God or humane angel
will be collecting this goose-like soul today.
Now my voice whistles quietly into the wind.
Well drive the pins back through my hands
and crown me once again. Just remember
that no God or humane angel
will be collecting this goose-like soul today.
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