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The dream killers have

all night too plan would I be their tortured for another day their shapes trickling from the edges of the fire See I magine a group of shadows gathered round a fire I am weird cause none of ewe Are me like Freak my badge of On our on hair of the cat with a Cheshire stare Hatterly in the mem brain act Like soup man Buy in bulk Banner never carried Study flying mammals as a hobby Brush and yawn ehhhh That guy sold spiders round the neighbourhood Nice guy Wander this way which leads to the red being read the wrong weigh Clerk would if he could but he CAnt The saddest thing about his monster it never got a name

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