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Poisons, Washing away from our lands, To our seas. Infecting the largest of creatures. Poisons,
The thought doesn't cross my mind often But I must admit, without you, I'd be in a coffin You'd give me lectures and discipline In which you'd always win
screaMing         soUnds     sleeping with Sirens              rIff
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