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Repaint, please.
If, maybe, I drink
After a poisoned clink
Commune ahead
As we break bread
Can these snakes wither
If I play them like a zither
Can the men we turned to stones and gems
Heed our commands on sleepless 3AMs
If my eyes bow to your stare
I’ll stay here.
LARDO
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