"all the boys that called their mothers on that day. were no tough bunch but they had the nerves to go and say. that all your secrets were drowned. with the pioneers who were flooded from this town. they packed their bags only moments too late. with the pounding waves crashing up against. the weakened water gates. cause dire times call for dire faces. so lovely dancer, call a dancer. trade our places in the night. were running barefoot, you and i. dead lovers salivate. broken hearts tessellate tonight..."
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