wherefore should you stand in the plague of routine and let the curiosities of

today, there was a fragrance upon the fabric moor

i heard that bauxite is hard to crush but not replicate

tell me I'm pretty tell me I'm beautiful tell me you like me

oh my god i think i just met Pandora

the gardens smells sweet, everything is pristine

i knew of a boy every night he screamed words

there was a bird of prey beside my window last night warbling shanties of the madmen by the wayside shore

The dam of resentment came tumbling down onto the nation's banks,