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the madhouses of paris

the madhouses of paris filled with retired teachers got their point across song of waterloo this napoleanic labyrinth stearing children to the brink madame martina martini academia nuts cracked open wide I see a few on the cliffs of burndom harping their humdrum at the gods of charred sea eternity and wonder about the love they made

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