Park Hills, United States
I gotta roll, can't stand still,
Got a flaming heart, can't get my fill.
Eyes that shine burning red,
Dreams of you all through my head.
No American is so old and poor and friendless that he cannot make a collection of some of the most exquisite little ironies in town.
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