Apple

As the lyrics go, the first cut is the deepest and the bluest

Paregoric strains imbue my empyrean to succor me with my request

Please, bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me, you don't know what it means

Like an opera without a libretto or an archimage without his inky hat that grins

Essays of rigmarole slaughters the music sheets after you abandoned me since.

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