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That was a pioneer, 
lunatic moon, 
and me an unwilling partner. 

The panther leaps again. 
I suffer from 
stab to stab. 

The giver, sucks, 
in genocide.Adoration 
becomes a scourge. 

One malingerer 
leads to another. 
The healer was very sick. 

My master was a fake 
The book was empty 
and the print was gone.

Satish Verma