Umbrella Sky

Lucky AliceLucky Alice, was six years old they said. every blonde ringlet she possessed,Lucky Alice
shone like barley wheat in a high wind.
She took her little pocket knife, with it she killed and she killed all renown. The curves of her little pocket knife,
dripped mahogany, The heat of malice mahogany is where Lucky Alice drowned.
"Pocket Knife Pocket Knife." Lucky Alice called. "There stands the Constable at thy bed." "Like a wolf he hunts for the child who knows that ashes will be ashes, and dust shall remain in dust."
"Murder is more than a zither's
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Sometimes the chase is better than the prize
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I'm constantly framing my life into little 35mm squares.
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Sometimes the chase is better than the prize
Hey, you... You still go to CHS?
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The path to ascendancy is littered with the memories of fallen angels...
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The path to ascendancy is littered with the memories of fallen angels...
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I'm constantly framing my life into little 35mm squares.
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I'm constantly framing my life into little 35mm squares.
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