if you've got a clue, i'd love to know.
the stones have left the building, and the brunswick's being bulldozed.
spring has flushed the swedes from the coast and brought the winds of lament, so thick you can taste the yeast in the air. batty and blue.
but, we escaped russia, alright.
if that's all we ever do....
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