Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hu — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hu — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hu — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hu — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hu — Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
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Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hurts even more when in famine.

— Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
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