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Nearly lost my voice
because of my smoking habit and Alice had no choice but to crawl in the hole of the Rabbit, a cross of winding roads was settled down by Gods. I have no fear for what is going to happen for I know dear, I'll never get to Heaven Whatever I will do, will be on my way to you. I have no time, the falling sand is gone though it's a crime to be here, all alone in the desert, hoping... I pray for a thunder, a Lucky Strike to bring me a wonder, so I could follow up again the marvelous powder that Hansel and Gretle had left behind so I can come back to you though destiny is blind now, that the Birds of Insanity are eating out my mind... Nearly lost my voice...
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