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Take it like a filthy rat, devored like cancer, and breathe the anger away, a cloud awaits you, solem partner,
for miseries go and go again, in a cirlce of joy toward a member planted seeded, followed, whatever. I
say, just be yourself, ills and eloquences means never, say it, never fear, the callous winds, which cut and dry it's
one, precious tear.
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