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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
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alien children
flaunt and skip vivid clear demented music blows floats and sways no-one leaves the circle no influence of history shadows this creation the tunes are theirs and theirs alone conductor dare to meddle and deep below the terrible stage in darkened seats an audience weeps its applause
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