By
Dreama
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A song is playing
And my head aches Like there's a brick on my face Unbaptized Bohemians flying overhead Some are dead To pressure him slightly My soul could not rest They blamed me for heresy And the dead Robin RED Breast Ghost soldiers shoot
machine guns
I roamed about the
catacombs
I'll remember life
after life
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