Azare
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Weary eaten
I shoot, and shoot and shoot again
The gun-powder crawling
Creates their ulcers
Wetness droppings and weakness
Married the soul
A belittled illness
Put to bed brain
And aches the joints.
I shoot, and shoot and shoot again
The gun-powder crawling
Creates their ulcers
Wetness droppings and weakness
Married the soul
A belittled illness
Put to bed brain
And aches the joints.
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