All shall come back, each tie Of pure affection shall be knit again; Alone shall Evil die, And Sorrow dwell a prisoner in thy reign.
Uncut in the UK.
Lesbian Dopeheads on Mopeds.
On by heights cannon-browed, While the spars quiver; Onward still flames the cloud Where the hulks shiver.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet smoking sex clips honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Merrily live, and long!
Snatches Of Pink.
And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine.
Big Ass Truck.
The Font Farm.