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The seeded truth be bare, my dear.
Those sub done potterys come quite clear.
Those who see both left and right
And claw
Excive dry bodies for a god to call.
And I can leave your handy.
The seeded truth be bare, my dear.
Those sub done potterys come quite clear.
Those who see both left and right
And claw
Excive dry bodies for a god to call.
And I can leave your handy.