One of our men drank my ink
Thinking it was medicine
Most men have fever and hallucinations
Hardly anyone can stand
I can no longer write
There is no arrow
This is no rain
It is just illusion
There is no rain
One of our men drank my ink
Thinking it was medicine
Most men have fever and hallucinations
Hardly anyone can stand
I can no longer write
There is no arrow
This is no rain
It is just illusion
There is no rain
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