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Scarf the plan - the hail...The peek at something...
Start To lie: a confused tale in a stupid tensive
Style. The bend of fate is leading to abyss
And again your fail
Famish your conceit.
It's time to take a hint.

Who is laughing now?
You're a forlorn sacrifice.
Who closes the doors you found.
Your sentence is the love of vice.

\"Help to leave his wallet\" - it hocuses, it lights.
Now think of how to scoot with foppish
Gait. The bend of fate is leading to abyss
And again this fail
Famish your conceit.
It's time to take a hint.

You know that you somehow can't struggle with this passionate desire.
You know that you somehow can't issue him 'cause it will be known to your master.
You know that you somehow can't alter him and try to break free.
You know that you somehow stick forever here.

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