I don't know why
I'm always inclined
To end on a happy note
Though the point may be mute
like a ten year old boy
With his throat
And his dreams
Ripped out by wolves
I'm always inclined
To end on a happy note
Though the point may be mute
like a ten year old boy
With his throat
And his dreams
Ripped out by wolves
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