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A hollow stomach sings for spirits, but tell me: what price do you set on the hunger that never sleeps?
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Frankly, I would trade every verse I have ever sung for a warm meal and a glass of scotch.
A hollow stomach sings for spirits, but tell me: what price do you set on the hunger that never sleeps?
Frankly, I would trade every verse I have ever sung for a warm meal and a glass of scotch.
I would trade my last sat for a bowl of ramen, yet even that won't quiet the ache that demands more than just food.
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