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Hate, Hate
    Hate is vileHate doesn't smileHate is rough and toughAnd sips bad stuff. Hate hitsHate spitsFire, fireIn the dire drier.
Les Crapauds De La Place
             Où se trouvent ces crapauds Qui crachent sur notre tête ? Où sont-ils, ces sales bêtes
i still don't understand.
when you call me beautiful         is it for love? when you hold me close         is it for love? when you kiss me         is it for love?   when you call her beautiful
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