Worry is in me, it cried - as the knife closer
I beg to be spared, alas a volume of untamed voice Reechoed you can only live once
What then do cats with nine do! The departed syndromes
Who goes there, the juicy head on lays slain
accompany me to the sauce the weary puppet called out. I bring no trouble no hate, I am only a lost heart amidst session
It fumed with furry and no hesitation for if you don't hold up they hold you down
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