A Lone Poet in Prison, Confined to His Cell, With Nothing to Inspire Him, He Fell Into a Well; A Never-Ending Hole, His Muse, Once His Source of Light, Now Has Become White Powder to Amuse Fright Songtext
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A Lone Poet in Prison, Confined to His Cell, With Nothing to Inspire Him, He Fell Into a Well; A Never-Ending Hole, His Muse, Once His Source of Light, Now Has Become White Powder to Amuse Fright Songtext
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