BLOG THIS! Highly Suspect Wisdom for the Widely Disinterested Masses
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Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm Comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with A red right hand He'll wrap you in his arms Tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams It took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole Heal your shrinking soul But there won't be a single thing that you can do He's a god, he's a man He's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name Through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat Is a red right hand
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