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Biya River
The Biya River (Russian: Бия) is a river in the Altai Republic and Altai Krai in Russia. It forms the Ob River as it joins the Katun River. The Biya River is 301 km long; the area of its drainage basin is 37,000 km2. It flows out of the Teletskoye Lake. The river freezes up during the mid-November to early December (some parts of the river freeze over on a year-to-year basis). It breaks up in the early or mid-April. The Biya River is navigable up to the town of Biysk.
The maximum depth of river is 28 feet (8.5 m).
Coordinates: 51°47′10″N 87°14′46″E / 51.786°N 87.246°E / 51.786; 87.246
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Slow Poison
by: BraveryBurn, burn the house on fire
I'm so sick and tired
I can still remember your sound
It's cut, cut, cutting me down
I'm locked and loaded
You're so milk and roses
And I am just a letdown of your hound
It's cut, cut, cutting me down
Like slow poison
Cut down, slow poison
Save me one more hymnal
I have found my angel
Ah, ah, oh, she walks upon the ground
It's cut, cut, cutting me down
On an empty can
I'm a stranger in a strange, strange land
Gone, gone, just gone without a sound
It's cut, cut, cutting me down
Like slow poison
Cut down like slow poison
And all my dreams are only dreams
And all my schemes are only schemes
And if this is my punishment
Then I want my card to fit
Burn, burn the house on fire
I'm so sick and tired
I can still remember your sound
It is cut, cut, cutting me down
Like slow poison
Cut down like slow poison
It's cutting me like slow poison
Save me one more hymnal
I have found my angel
Ah, ah, oh, she walks upon the ground