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After you crush and partook my humours A feeling station has built for doomers Named it after your dead corse cuticular Opposite to their black church for stumer Where Inferno requiem strum for whoever All about our transgressions watched by zoomer Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth You play sympathy for the devil So I am flibbertigibbet as usual Whose birth was foretold Who own merfolks griffon Wherefore good well has burnt the evil I want you best mine own old-old Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
Feeling Station
After you crush and partook my humours A feeling station has built for doomers Named it after your dead corse cuticular Opposite to their black church for stumer Where Inferno requiem strum for whoever All about our transgressions watched by zoomer Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth You play sympathy for the devil So I am flibbertigibbet as usual Whose birth was foretold Who own merfolks griffon Wherefore good well has burnt the evil I want you best mine own old-old Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
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