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you file me with the libertines
I fold in linemy monthly dole of magazinesbeaming bistro shinein my ladle is your plumand my daily staple of your cutesy crumbsof your cutesy falling crumbs
I saw you at the snazzy din-dinyou made me sad that I watched
I must say you truly packed 'em innearly dearly debauchedin my ladle is your plumand my daily staple of your cutesy crumbsof your cutesy falling crumbsin my ladle is your plumand my daily staple of your cutesy crumbsof your cutesy falling crumbs
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