Well I sing this song for you blonde beasts, I sing this song for you venuses upon your shells on the foam of the sea. and I sing this for the freaks and the cripples, and the hunchback, and the burning, and the maimed, and the broken, and the torn, and all of those that you talk about at the coffee tables, at the meetings, and the demonstrations, on the streets...
SHUSH!..
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