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And the little boy stared to the eyes of the night. But he collects price of his dime. Little girl glared sheets of denial. Bullet connects to the price of her crime. What have we said? Wasnt it their plan? Word of presence! Havent we payed penance! For the nuguns Now the little boys sees through the eyes of the the lie. Never direct note of his rhyme Little girl glares cheats of the night,