The license
They have the licence
For making mistakes
By friendly liars
That was declared
As entertainment
Without the brakes
No one is saint
And who had paid
Before the soul was blamed
And laden with tomorrow
Let's have no place for sorrow
Let's have no grace
Pretending we are holy
Beyond a plain folly
They fill in funny blanks
Remaining fierce
Hidden beneath their masks.
22.10.
The license
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