Paroles de An Octave In The Black Hills
And I have written down everythingI have held it in , I was appalled
Finding I can't be anything to called
But then again I've reached nothing
I guess it's held in imagining
We all live til we're old
And I have been to ribald
To recall that I'm still learning
And I have been to ribald
To recall that I'm still learning
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