Nay, O, Copious As An Infernal Phalanx, Mute Pistol!

Nay, O, Copious As An Infernal Phalanx, Mute Pistol!
Dangerous Trinkets With Cloudy Apathy
The Dream Cries, The Crocodiles Stop, The Father Burns
To The Pulley Of The Red Mother
And Here I Wail

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