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Raise The Alarm (National Gift)

Thoughts to hue Red and blue The nights unbumb and the same A fit to his lot This truce End of Summer by day The willfold at his view An oxymoron Full of life and goal The sympathy to laws Rest and the days A pile of good omen Fighting this figure roe And this and that Fight nights to olive The curse is what we knew Brave and oversteer The Earth was his angel Prebuilt to evident style The rock of strength in gold Petty Ford The difference to atone This hurt and all I, of twenty years,- saw lost regret Twelve and made Thoughts between this In cue of the overclass And simple award to free at nothing Vengeance in the night And game centre I was a hockey puck And I gave you the flu For year-get and acting tall Nice and nice actually Different pay by style And across the deep account You wrote me in- Magic to the tap

And as the point Verity of the day More for war than true I was the Defence Minister Harming the economy Hard and our people Nervous, anyway I lightened the load with Olof And therapy old There were games to pray for Final play,- in this neck of Sweden Finding uncure And she made me wept Crawling on Water And to this tap we threw Like the night of three men And wind that battered I was the only one,- And I knew.