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WiSeAss


In Respect To A Lady Of Granted Due

iLL Tell You A Secrect That once was true

I Ate A Biscuit and Sat On A Log

I HAd A BiG DriNk AnD And Flew Through A Fog

iSeen An OlD MaNN WiTh WHite On his Face

He Told Me A Vaule That Captured A Race

One Of lyrical Attrubuite

Submurged, Revoked , Abandon, Abused

My Secret Once Told  and Ill Passed it To You

My Race unfold through Colors Of Musical clues ")

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