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Dark House
Dark House In Which Once More I Sit. I Curse The Very Thought Of It. Doors Creaking Through The Cold Empty Halls. And Cobwebs On The Walls. A Box Filled With Broken Dreams. Scattered Pictures From A L
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It Doesnt Seem Like Christmas Anymore
Theres A Pile Of Untouched Gifts. Underneath The Christmas Tree. Theres A Cobweb On The Mantle. Where Your Stocking Used To Be. As I Sit Here Brokenhearted. Weeping Neath The Mistletoe. Holding In My
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The Whore Of Sausalito
She Is The Whore Of Sausalito. She Knows Just How To Ease Your Mind. But If You Ask Her If She Loves You. Shell Just Smile And Bat Her Eyes. For The Whore Of Sausalito Never Lies. She Says She Hails F