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Excavate To Find World of Hate

with much sweet sorrow had to pay for the cargo will have to borrow wind in big bluster they could be in a cluster flowers with luster could be thrown in clink to buy a coat made of mink would steal kitchen sink cal for me to abort current system sold me short will see you in court will have to adept on the subject we had slept when we were inept we had much humor when we started a rumor cancer in tumor cute cuticle cord which was imbilical evangelical had been born again we never knew where or when they were free from sin had to excavate with sin world would satiate was found full of hate

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