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VEM
Remember remember last month of november the last thanks to give then the last of decembers the year almost ending make way for the making destruction creation lets see who can enter, my soul is eternal I go then return and im looking for love but in all the wrong places this planet is done we must re educate them, snakes in the grass working for entertainment, millions of nothing cause your soul is payment the eye of a needle now check out this thread your soul must go through it the rich might not fit must be lighter than feathers and you know who said it it's written on stone and also on paper let haters be haters nice cars try to race us id rather just hop in the bus if to save us.
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