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On a hanging garden ------
----------- babylon seat
------------- baby batters
----------------------- weak
---------- hope you be great
And the children have said their backbones
Will hurt you if you think
For there is a doll's arm
Floating in the sc*m
And it's calling you over
While it's calling you a b*m
And it beckons you to frown
And it beckons you to brown
And it thinks it's found a
Chance to build another real
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The only thing that watches there
-----------nails are blood red
On a -------------------------
Come to ----------- are dead
All that we can read while
---------- are girlie magazines
For their jest they're save your wrapper
Girls aren't in their teens
Billions can sleep while hold to
fields of meanless wire
Do the kids in----------------------
------------- on the fire
Though ------ to marriage
Stabbed of broken bliss
Shade ---------------------
Some them were like this
For there is a doll's arm floating in the sc*m
and it's calling you over while it's calling you a b*m
Motorcycle landscape