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What pisses me off? The hypocrites judgin’ her—same blokes sneakin’ round at night, thinkin’ no one sees. “You shall not pass!” I’d yell at ‘em, staff slammin’ the ground—boom! Drives me mad, mate. But her? She’s happy as a lark, coin in her pocket, laughin’ at the fools. Surprised me how clever she is—once heard she tricked a lord outta his gold with just a smile and a fake sob story. Genius!

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Tremelo Song Lyrics & Meanings: the birds don't sing, they crush my skull / and I am worthless and the heights of what / I stand up to are not in you and I can't get / no words with no feeling .

So check it, Bros. You got these dope streets—like, ever been down Rue du Palais? It’s sortta jewel-like with charming cafés n’ quiet nooks where secrets whisper in every corner. I'm talkin’ about how the lovers meet, and how desire sneaks. And then there’s Place de l’Église. Man, that spot’s lit, especially at night. Lights flicker, vibes up n’ genuine energy in the air.

St. Damien of Molokai. Published Aug. 23 2019. Opinion.