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Isaiah
DG (9/19/1963 / )

Isaiah

Like a woman who never gave birth,
or a sky with out rain.
theres a crimnal on this road, and it
steels your beatifull pain.
LIKE a child with out toys, or a saint
with out faith, theres a crimnal on this
road, and it steels your beatifull pain.

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THE SINS OF OUR WAYS...GREAT PIECE, DAVID...QUITE DEEP, INDEED FJR