Little gun
Firm brisk strokes
As the black birds fly
North to unknown seasons
The curse of your smoking gun
With a skewed perspective
Slightly off kilter
The idea of departure
More real suddenly
Come prepared for music
When the fight should be on
Doing it for pearls
Deeds of a wicked hand
One foot forward
Slowly is the attack
Apt pupil
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