Azuka
A phenomenon known lone
To the great one
For in accord they both are
Otherwise called a failure
When I came, the roof trickles
The wall disintegrates
The barn full less
Our good for carts
I left the roof without leakage
The wall integrated
Our harvests unmarketable
And our roads for automobile
I am because I make marks
And not as I detach made marks
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