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wasted, glorious deadit has to comeall the dead are lostyou, me, everyoneour feelings, thoughtsghosts couldn't seewe closed the doorson eternitywalk amongst this hauntedcrowdlife dictates!life pulls downlife dictates!it's books of brownlife dictates!love pulls us downa slaughter of rosesand a time to stopa fuhrer, a butcher, a lovera slaughter of rosesand, a time to cropmeat-free!on fire!!!our feelings, thoughtsghosts couldn't seewe opened the doorsof emergencywasted, glorious deadit has to comeall the dead are lostmemories - everyoneall the dead are lostyou, me, everyone!
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