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Moon
The Moon Hangs Out For The Night
Searching For A Muse.
The Draft’s In For The Night.
A Rue Moon Hangs Out For The Night.
Somewhere, Someone Chose Not To Lie.
Las Vegas, The Outcasts,
Is Elvis Your Golden Calf?
With Dead Stars Floating Around
Satan’s Fury Is On The Bound.
In June The Leaves Fall From The Town.
And I, Past Due, Fall To The Ground.
In June The Heat Blisters The Sky
And I...
Wednesday 22nd May 2019 2:02 am
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