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Pearl Jam....
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Oyf Eybik Yung
Oyf Eybik Yung
Country Pearl...
Testify
I got issues
http://www.fuckthesouth.com/
Peace love and Mason Dixie line.
ain't got no schooling but I got my pride. And where has that gotten U.S anyway/|\
Bad Sign...
...Perl 2
Me and my Baby
by =IchigoKonKon
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Teenage Action...
Revolution Action
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Ballad of the Moon, translated by Will Kirkland
The moon came into the forge
in her bustle of flowering nard.
The little boy stares at her, stares.
The boy is staring hard.
In the shaken air
the moon moves her amrs,
and shows lubricious and pure,
her breasts of hard tin.
"Moon, moon, moon, run!
If the gypsies come,
they will use your heart
to make white necklaces and rings."
"Let me dance, my little one.
When the gypsies come,
they'll find you on the anvil
with your lively eyes closed tight.
"Moon, moon, moon, run!
I can feelheir horses come."
"Let me be, my little one,
don't step on me, all starched and white!"
Closer comes the the horseman,
drumming on the plain.
The boy is in the forge;
his eyes are closed.
Through the olive grove
come the gypsies, dream and bronze,
their heads held high,
their hooded eyes.
Oh, how the night owl calls,
calling, calling from its tree!
The moon is climbing through the sky
with the child by the hand.
They are crying in the forge,
all the gypsies, shouting, crying.
The air is veiwing all, views all.
The air is at the viewing.
by Federico García Lorca
Miku and Teto ewe by ~SweetMitsu
Girl with a Pearl Earring by Jan Vermeer
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