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All I need is love as trembles track through time. Clairvoyant charisma creeps between petite and elongated structures. As if the trembles and clairvoyance
summer chills, summer pills.
Breath of fog take one last Sight of you I take my last Sound of fire going fast Smell of flesh burning fast Do not look at my eyes I shall take your eyes Whip of hair gone at last
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