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As I smile and say, these things will
occur, father. Of lies and lions. I ate
sugar over a mountain, rain drops are
ever, the desires of women. One and
hand me, the answer. Walking along
I open, and wonder, why do I. Have to cry ?
Beneath the surface, are dimes, thankfully
in awe, we open and dive, of all the mentality
folded, the heart's alright. How the cold leave,
and enter that face, leave, and go, again
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