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A tender feeling, a place to remember  Plenty of nescient people nearby Small local shops owned by families of eight Indistinguishable back roads and ways out the state
God loves everyone, but even if look or smell Like we've sin we'll go to hell. That sucks Where do I begin: Shucks I am glad you see a future for me In such a vibrant environment But I sincerely beg thee
There she stood, an innocent little girl with the screams of madness swelling i
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