Heathen breath on foreign shores...
No, no, more like the McGraw McGrain McDraw McDrain. Do you see? Do you see?
Don't be stupid.
More like the fall of leaves, dying, on graves.
But have it you're way, cuz I'm lovin' it. Me encanta.
Maybe you could manufacture me?
Assorted stitched limbs from the dying trees
Barbie doll hair strangling out of a perforated head.
You could
Take a survey that tells me how to be
Or enjoy the shade of a sycamore breeze.
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