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It is here where the birds refuse to fly, and the animals, graze      For on this spot people have died     There was no one here to save    The tattered souls of the depraved  
I’ve never seen such a beautiful horse Run its course. "Pony up my friend We got butt ton to do before the end can begin."   Effortless work is a sensible oxymoron.
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