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My mother is weak And I cannot stand it She is feeble, stupid, and plain Who are you? And where is the woman that I once knew? You’re a weakling, darling A scaredy little ghost
I love music, and nature, and flowers, and suchI love helping some students with homework and stuff
Rivers of blood will wipe these London streets Leading to one thing Leading to me   I've done my duty And I have done it well.
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