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 | behind an ally down a street I met a man i had longed to meet with severed ties and undress feet a fragile soul was down that street | |
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| fingers stained yellow and brown the gypsy boy look up from his fuurowed brow.. he smelt of sh#t and looked like a souw. | |
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| cheeky jewish w*nker | |
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