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Losses and Gains

Soon the thymus is lost, ok, no nonsense, everything as... Worse is to lose the sense, the grace to be a boy...!? It's not lethal, losing the gourd... but the spleen... not that you can lose! Lose your loving heart, It's sad, very sad, almost mortal... but the heart lost physique, is fatal, it's fatal... Lose your cool, calmly sometimes you can... But losing your soul... that no angel helps...!

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