life is a fucking grand piano.
And, on that you may count;
lifting unto the usual stratuses
where we spread our cloth and fare,
my brothers and sisters, we ride
a great galleon, whereunto
we are all set
life is a fucking grand piano.
And, on that you may count;
lifting unto the usual stratuses
where we spread our cloth and fare,
my brothers and sisters, we ride
a great galleon, whereunto
we are all set
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