For your most rustically bohemian accent; which cacophonically inundated every conceivable speck of the atmosphere with; disdainfully stinging melancholy,
For your most hoarsely impoverished state; when all that indefatigably rattled in your pockets was nothing but lackadaisically sacrilegious stone; with the planet not paying you a single penny for even the most ecstatically brilliant of your artistry,
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