Blue Graves

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Down where oil and beauty go

snash, glean, washabash

drinking earth and tossing cash

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oceans wash the bones of stew

drinky minky dazzly bean

a soul can never be too clean

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If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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