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He walks alone
With legs tied
And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza’s in the Garage?
He walks alone
With tongue dried
Whose tears are meant
To moist it?
And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza’s in the Garage?
