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Many Miles Away Something Crawls to the Surface of a Dark Scottish Loch
My mistress' eyes, are nothing like the sun
My hunger for her, explains everything I've done
To howl, at the moon, the whole night through
And they really don't care if I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
Sister Moon
TBerk
God, don't get me started-
I'll likely break out the Mt Gay Rum, Extra Old....
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