don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
Unable to help herself at Melita’s exuberance and clear love for her homeland, Raza flashes a toothy grin. “Ah, so that’s why yer in Torchline now. More like the desert here’n the other parts, yeah?” There’s still sand, though it ain’t red. Rocks an’ cliffs at Aumakua, a magical lighthouse instead’a a bridge. She can draw enough parallels, and the understandin’ warms a little bit more’a her heart.
Luckily for them, Polonia has a hankerin’ for a pint later ‘n the day ‘n agrees, offerin’ up a still-warm loaf the size’a Raza’s head ‘n hair. She tears off a chunk and offers it t’Melita. “I’ll hold ya to it then. Come by some time, buy yer next glass with stories.”
Luckily for them, Polonia has a hankerin’ for a pint later ‘n the day ‘n agrees, offerin’ up a still-warm loaf the size’a Raza’s head ‘n hair. She tears off a chunk and offers it t’Melita. “I’ll hold ya to it then. Come by some time, buy yer next glass with stories.”
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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