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So as the fauna flakes into flasks and the distance is at ease, so as the forgotten fallen ones are at peace and you and your life are crease, so as the harrowing start and a seasonal bar goes into the yonder park, and an endimony of our presentation is falling into desert art- I am pleading that you start speaking to them all in a heart- I am donned to be peaking as I am just about to fall off the energy's leaving one little diamond in the war- I said I wanted to fight, and became broken in the hallway, it's O.K, I am only as ready as the unrealized baseness of seeing the future so stark, let's let them off as we go because I have no other wool, and the only history of time is the glittering wine in the standout cottage on stage street where I round-about all hairy lore, stupid as I can't breathe the only time I say please is honorary a beast so let's wonder about the finishing touches now heavenly and...