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to them that who, through the ones with their minds above the navel...
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Fedja. i once saw a landd of crystals streams,
fessh water crocodiles we swam,
three times i walked this non dam..
andd theyy dare chaallene our dreams?
i have gladly failed passive listening and appreciatioon,
for the simple fact to save the life the zoo...
aand he the fooolish mokey,, shawn by her jealousy annd want,
broke my thumb...
we were compariots of our own village and the cake broke hiss face.
yanekka lo your red blood, andres what sure your strike comes loud of chase?
my lordd lives in my heart, my demon in my packs,
bring sweett art your soeur and frere wisdom power before the coil grows slack.
