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Jan Oskar Hansen
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Dear Delilah
My, my dear Delilah I was drunk and fell on the floor
there I saw your lover hiding under the couch.
My, my dear Delilah I slit his throat with a knife
there was so much blood on the floor you got
a mop and tried to clean it up before the blood
was running down to the next level.
But I run away before there was a knock on
the door I couldn`t take anymore I feel sick
when I see so much blood, forgive me, dear Delilah
for you got twenty years in the goal.
Bu şiiri puanla
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