The Orchestral Society for the Preservation of the Orchestra - Somberly, Kimberly lyrics

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The Orchestral Society for the Preservation of the Orchestra - Somberly, Kimberly lyrics

I read the furrows in their brow and between the lines of our ageless faces; the way it braces on a man of forty surely means something. Jacket of dipper nets(?), the conferring like a chorus of walrus, or a wall with dryers in the laundromat rumbling in sonorous unison. There in me. The suped-up Hondas stalled in traffic on Bruneside, burping their subwoof like a council of bullfrogs. Somberly, Kimberly, they install the settling evening.