Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise
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(John Dowland) Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke
: (John Dowland) Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into
black you're just a man Don't make you right and us all wrong So here's to all you racists fucks For inspiration to my song Kill for religion, no remorse
