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The windows are barred, and the fire alarm is broken. Perhaps these measures of safety, are merely a token. Sent to stoke careful ways, and to make regular patrons. The note that is in between the staves, is neither here nor there thus are the knaves. They often play sinners and lure them in with promises, of the outlaws much craved solemnity, thus leading them to their graves.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
safer or sorrier
The windows are barred, and the fire alarm is broken. Perhaps these measures of safety, are merely a token. Sent to stoke careful ways, and to make regular patrons. The note that is in between the staves, is neither here nor there thus are the knaves. They often play sinners and lure them in with promises, of the outlaws much craved solemnity, thus leading them to their graves.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
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