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De link dun didn't wo'k, Pavlos! Here ya' go, bro. Dig dis:

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And Dead Shall Gots No Dominion
by, dig dis: Dylan Domas

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And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
Wasted dudes naked dey shall be one
Wid de joker in de wind and da damn west moon;
When deir bones is picked clean and da damn clean bones gone,
Dey shall gots stars at elbow and foot;
Dough dey go mad dey shall be sane,
Dough dey sink drough de sea dey shall rise again;
Dough lovers be lost love shall not;
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.

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And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
Unda' de windin's uh de sea
Dey lyin' long shall not kick d' cud windily;
Twistin' on racks when sinews cut way,
Strapped t'a wheel, yet dey shall not bust;
Faid in deir hands shall snap in two,
And da damn unico'n evils run dem drough;
Split all ends down dey shan't crack;
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.

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And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.
No mo'e may gulls cry at deir ears
Or waves bust loud on de seasho'es;
Where blew some flowa' may some flowa' no mo'e
Lift its haid t'de blows uh de rain;
Dough dey be mad and wasted as nails,
Haids uh de characters hamma' drough daisies;
Bust in de sun till de sun busts waaay down,
And dead shall gots no dominion. 'S coo', bro.

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