the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with the stars Rhyming Poem

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• flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.
• flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. Alone With Everybody
• Overhead my spirit flies Upon the ground and crimson skies Whispering winds in moonlit woods A totem oak once golden stood.
• Overhead my spirit flies Upon the ground and crimson skies Whispering winds in moonlit woods A totem oak once golden stood. Overhead My Spirit Flies
• the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
• the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them Cause and Effect