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This is where the road becomes overgrown
what was once tread on with heavy boots
now is home to the soft blow of angel toes
and her father blames the lover
and the lover blames himself
but the father is a liar
and the lover himself a fool
in the end the muse will have her will
and the portrait on display for all to behold.
what was once tread on with heavy boots
now is home to the soft blow of angel toes
and her father blames the lover
and the lover blames himself
but the father is a liar
and the lover himself a fool
in the end the muse will have her will
and the portrait on display for all to behold.
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