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Текст (слова) песни: Robert Pollard - Frequent Weaver Who Burns
Pagan shutters described at shrine dark stems large elephantine serpent seasnake zebra up love and deliver your good speech
Of youth and perfect skin
skygazing free of sin clipped at the hip peglegged and cracked expressing trivial concern and then I long .
Im the frequent weaver who burns
Shaft birth pride of pity going back from country to city come home now to surround you
Youve no more to learn who do you think you are?
Im the frequent weaver who burns
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