'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws tha
Am I a boy from 1941? Bullets hail release me to love again, You make me kill like an animal, My face is getting longer, This feeling has just come over me. Shoot me down, lets roll around a
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