γειά σας γειά σας (κάντε pull) τα μαλλιά σας
drips, falling (forlornly) before my eyes (lonely)
like a battleaxe (eugene)
(litany)
unsmiling, and cut to pieces (now smiles politely, a bit)
it's a memory
riots and falls, defeated
sings a sobbing song,
long forgotten
it's
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