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08 يوليو 2013

The Ballad of High Noon

Do not forsake me, My Darling
It's a great life. You risk you're skin catching killers and the juries turn them loose so they can come back and shoot at you again If you're honest, you're poor your whole life. And in the end, you wind up dying all alone on some dusty street. For what? For nothing For a tin star


I've got to, that's the whole thing

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