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Jayati-goddess with the body of a whore
Breasts that remind one of Sanchi
This one's for you your million disciples
Politicians,promoters and the like
Already I see flats in the space of your mind
A nameless husband some kids
Eternity hums in the folds of your flesh
But I have a rendezevous with time
So I hit the highway loot a bank
Kill some bastards have fun
Before I reach eternity yours and mine
I just manage to throw this song for you
Do as you like.
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