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I am sun to a brother
     Of a former slave owner
Owned and mastered by all the civil wars
    Of this country
And I bring you your science
    Mr. President
  In Irish tradition
That I have no oath unfulfilled
Nor any Kingdom without
A Geneva Convention

Fide et Amore

You are now that mans covet
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Elon? See the thorn twist in your side?
And I will wait, for you

Who's Loving You Now?

People forgive yourselves for having that temper
I think I just met Kendall in persons
Check
That is persons
They made more Kendall's
I'ma boy


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They are fighting to know you are better than us
We have no other way to be
Speak, send us away

Become that abstentionism you see and she shall become your queen as well
Elizabeth doth not retreat
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kevin  44/M/california
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