Maria Bc
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He painted the front door red
Like mother asked
Kept the gutters clean
So his father finally got him back
Didn't matter
He dreamed ajar and left
Red illumination
Like a stone-cold
Poor Beetlejuice
Letting go
He painted the front door red
Like mother asked
Kept the gutters clean
So his father finally got him back
Didn't matter
He dreamed ajar and left
Red illumination
Like a stone-cold
Poor Beetlejuice
Letting go