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Felines
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They come to track down the sobbing
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They come to sully the sorrow
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To see the bloody insides
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To eat their fill of dispair
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They come to track down the sobbing
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To pulverize the most intimate pains
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Let’s feed the felines
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Bury your head in the sand or go round in circles
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Deeply caught in their conceit
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They gather to check their luck
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The vultures sweeping down upon the street
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To eat their fill of despair
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Let’s feed the felines...
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