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She sits there slowly working away,
Her eyebrows curved like the half moon of a parade.
Lift it up, you can bring me down no more,
I have been a part of your demise before.
She's my gold my frankincense and mur.
Frankly …
She sits there slowly working away,
Her eyebrows curved like the half moon of a parade.
Lift it up, you can bring me down no more,
I have been a part of your demise before.
She's my gold my frankincense and mur.
Frankly …
