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Margaret Freeman lyrics
Margaret Freeman had a body
Unlike any I'd seen
It seemed to drip her mental thoughts
Like much too warm ice cream
One day while she washed the dishes
In the nude, I saw
How her mother's sodden ways
Had rubbed her rib cage raw
Part of these releases
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- Track 38 on The Commercial Album
- 37 In Between Dreams
- 39 The Coming of the Crow
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- Track 38 on Commercial Album
- 37 In Between Dreams
- 39 The Coming of the Crow
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