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Hands Of Clay

Silence! A labouring sleep, Got into trance Of a great leap! Away from residence. The crush to say As adultage, Meant to be paid. Has gained teenage, Having hands of clay! Those responsibility A man gains Bearing sensibility. Inside the rain, Has got his ability! Soft gentle hands, Got them to pawn. Changing the books, Also about the pen, Beneathing piercing hook! Congrats ERA! Dreams broke, Desires too! After the father, Of great gratitude!

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